Acrylic on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
In many of my dreams weather being normal and ordinary to overly surreal and bizarre,
a mysterious figure is always present, even in nightmares.
At times they feel familiar, possibly even a friend or an acquaintance, but I can never identify them,
no matter how hard I try.
Faceless.
As frightening as they seem, there's always a sense of protection and comfort.
A guardian watching over.