IN MY DREAMS.
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As an artist, my dreams have always been a sanctuary where creativity thrives unrestricted. Within the vast expanse of my subconscious, I find myself immersed in a realm where conventional rules of reality dissolve, giving rise to a canvas of limitless possibilities.
In these nocturnal journeys, I often encounter childhood cartoon characters unlike any I've seen in waking hours—faceless yet unmistakably alive. They move with a fluidity that transcends the need for facial expressions, communicating through gestures, postures, and the dynamic interplay of their surroundings.
Each cartoon characters possesses a distinct silhouette, their personalities etched not on their features but in the essence of their presence.
In these nocturnal journeys, I often encounter childhood cartoon characters unlike any I've seen in waking hours—faceless yet unmistakably alive. They move with a fluidity that transcends the need for facial expressions, communicating through gestures, postures, and the dynamic interplay of their surroundings.
Each cartoon characters possesses a distinct silhouette, their personalities etched not on their features but in the essence of their presence.
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In my dreams, I find myself amidst my childhood cartoons with the faceless beings. They navigate the my dreams with purpose, their movements synchronized with the rhythm of the music around them.
Without faces, their identities become defined by their shape, colours and actions—a nod of acknowledgment, a leap of joy, or a pause of contemplation—all illuminated by the vibrant hues that adorn their forms.
Without faces, their identities become defined by their shape, colours and actions—a nod of acknowledgment, a leap of joy, or a pause of contemplation—all illuminated by the vibrant hues that adorn their forms.
In My Dreams - I Am Not David Lee