Dreams of the Stars

For long and difficult days, weeks, and months, I watched the dreams of the stars...
I created golden textured borders, mixing bronze, copper, and gold onto my palette. I diluted the space on the border of illusion and reality with emerald and malachite. Under the influence of these dreams, outlines and forms began to appear on the substance of the primordial golden chaos. These are the stars, astral companions, and the Supreme Arbiter, who has no face, but a single, large golden eye or portal... He shapes our Dreams, through which the Stars gaze upon us as we sleep. They see our cities as scattered fireflies, our seas as puddles after rain, and our lives as brief flashes. My painting is a map of their dreams. Where we are just a single blinking pixel.
Golden circles, floating in space, not celestial bodies, but clots of pure consciousness. These are acts of creation, impulses from which worlds are born and to which they return. Copper, bronze, gold—these are stages of this process: conception, formation, eternity.
Perhaps Being is not a static reality, but an eternal dream. We, like all that exists, are merely segments of this shared dream, temporary and changing patterns on the surface of an infinite consciousness that dreams of itself, and our waking life is but one of the countless narratives of this great Dream.