Whats is real?

After a night of very vivid dreams, the morning was rainy and the sun was slow to come out of the heavy clouds. Everything around me had lost its colors. I felt a strange sense of disorientation. Maybe it was caused by the contrast with my colourful dreams that I still remembered. I looked around. In my semi-dark room, sown everywhere with paints, brushes and other paint materials, a white spot jumped at me. It seemed to emit a calm light. I put on my glasses and then I saw what had caught my attention: it was a blank canvas! It's call immediately had my only possible reaction: I took two tubes of paint and the brushes that I had on hand and started painting. When I finished the painting, I ...View all