What is real and what is a dream?
Sometimes a thing, a pattern, a mood or an idea captures me and I am drawn into another experience. I might go off momentarily into a reverie, or a new world may take shape inside of me which demands expression, never quieting until I have made a new creation.
Whilst walking across Place Flagey, late at night, in search of an ATM I noticed traffic lights, passersby and boys kicking a football around filtered through opaque glass. Dreamy . . . . . .