In May of 2020, I began having a recurring dream.

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I dreamt of a beautiful, silhouetted mountainscape. 
Behind the mountain's peaks stretched a vibrant night sky illuminated by the colours of the Northern Lights. 

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What made this dream so special was that the mountains I saw were painted -something I'd never done nor seen before.

 

When the dreams persisted, I started to pay more attention. 

I couldn't ignore the feeling that my soul was calling for me to act, to paint these mountains. 

So I did.  I picked up a paintbrush - for the first time in my adult life -  and tried to capture the dream, the feeling. 

 

Since that day, I've never stopped.