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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.

-Eleanor Roosevelt

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