I woke up this morning from a dream in which I was dusting. Which irked me. I thought, “Really? DUSTING?” Pathetic. I mean I know my house needs some cleaning but what the heck kind of message is that for the new year? Looks like I need some new dreams. Maybe that could be a new art subject. This collage tray (I think one of my best efforts) evokes a dreamlike sense of beauty and mystery. Fantasy. Where is that dang glass slipper?