A Lifelong Dream Tells Your Destiny

Can a dream tells your future? I am not certain but I have a story to tell. Warning, it is quite scary and depressive.

A few years ago I went to an art gallery as my usual routine. I do this whenever I want to kill time. I went to this gallery that I frequent. It was a weekend. The gallery owner was planning for their next inhouse exhibition. Their exhibitions usually officiated by famous people from politicians to celebrities.

I was fortunate enough to be among one of those that could enjoy the gallery's pieces of paintings prior to their official exhibition. This is nothing exclusive. Anyone can go in and have a look. It was just a coincidence I was there. I said I was lucky because I spotted this piece of art (above).

I never used to frequent art galleries previously. I started doing so as part of my healing process. I always love abstract paintings. This is because it allows me space to depict whatever meaning of the art I can and want to relate. The imagination is infinity. Overtime, the meaning of an abstract painting can even change, depending on my current state of feeling, mood and life experience.

So, I went around the 2 storeys gallery. The gallery was transformed from two double storeys terrace house to an art gallery. It is not very spacious but I took my sweet time to enjoy all the exhibited pieces of paintings. As I walked around, the above painting captured my attention immediately.

When I saw the above painting, I was immensed with it. I stood in front of it for quite a while. I kept on looking at it and felt that it somehow tried to relate to me. I was not sure if I was trying to relate to it or otherwise. I was in the midst of grieving at that time. As a matter of fact, I still do and healing slowly bit by bit while trying to bury the sadness. I am not sure if this is a good way to heal fearing it will explode one day.

To me, this piece of painting looks like a storm. A storm that was brewing in the ocean. It was dark with strong wind. The ocean wave was high in several meters. It was lonely. It was cold soaked with salty sea water and blown by strong wind. Nobody could hear you. Nobody could help you. It was very lonely even though you have other 238 people with you. All would not survive.

Many years ago she used to tell me she was afraid of the sea. From young age she always didn't feel good with the sea. She prefered grass. She prefered green to ocean. She liked to smell the grass. For her, the ocean was cruel. She didn't know why she had this feeling. Many even like to stay next to sea or facing the sea. She was not.

She grew up in a town that not by the sea. When she moved to a bigger city for work, the city was not by the seaside. It is at least 50km to the nearest sea. Whenever we went for holiday in some beach resorts, she never like the sea. I couldn't understand her fear back then. Now I do.

She also had a dream. A dream she never told her parents and siblings. She had this same dream over and over again from her childhood to her adulthood. She described this dream as scary and strange. She saw no one in the dream. In the dream she saw a window. She would fly or drift away through the window. She would not know where she was drifting to. It was not walking on solid ground but drifting. It was like weightless. Keep on drifting or flying without a destination. The not knowing made her scared. The uncertainty made her nervous. It would keep on drifting continously. Drifting in the midst of air, cloud, water or mist she was not certain. Before she knew it, she was awakened by the dream. The same dream she had since young. It was repetitive.

After I stood for a quite some time in front of the painting, I decided I needed to own it. It is with me till today. My depiction of this piece of painting hasn't changed. It is completely different from the artist who painted it. I have never told anybody until now why I bought this painting. I am still very connected to this piece or art. I want to own it in remembrance of her. It is already coming to 6 years. She was never found. Still drifting in the sea.

What can you see from the above painting?

[Painting above - arcylic on canvas, by an artist whose paintings are auctioned by Henry Butcher. The gallery is located one street behind where I and her used to stay, and where we first met.]

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