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In May of 2020 I started to have a recurring dream.
I dreamt of a beautiful, silhouetted mountainscape.
Behind these peaks spanned a vibrant night sky filled with the colours of the Northern Lights.
What made this dream so special was that the mountains I saw were painted -something I'd never done nor seen before.
So when this vision continued I started to pay more attention.
I couldn't ignore the feeling that my soul was literally calling for me to do something, to paint these mountains.
So I did. I picked up a paintbrush - for the first time in my adult life - and tried to recreate what I was dreaming, feeling.
Since that day I've never stopped.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
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