NIGHT
2002–2007

At the time, I was deeply immersed in dreams. For over a year, I kept a dream journal. I trained myself to the point where I could wake up during the night and write down my dreams. In the morning, I would decipher the half-asleep scrawls and marvel at a dream I had already forgotten. I was painting a forest when the thought struck me—it might be the forest from a dream. I began to imagine approaching it; it was a „forbidden“ forest, surrounded by a fence, yet somehow I managed to get inside. It was full of mysteries, and remarkable things happened there. I had this idea of a kind of night film, where fragments of dreams blend with the figure of the dreamer and the interior of the bedroom. At first, I followed some kind of sequence in which the scenes appeared, but later I no longer found that important.