CROCODILE.
most of my work derives from intense dreams, the ones that seem so real that its weird I had nobody to share them with, part of my artistic expression is just to share those experiences.
I have had two dreams about Crocodiles, the first one was in 2017, around June.
It began with me walking through a tunnel with my friends and family behind me. like that of a stadium leading in and out of the arena, leads me directly to a space which I recognized as my own. Nobody, not my friends, not my parents, nobody was allowed to see or be a part of whatever this space had to offer. I entered and the tunnel doors locked and disappeared behind me along with everyone who accompanied me except for 3 wolves/dogs, who felt as my partners in some way.
picture a long-abandoned, stripped-down factory in the middle of nowhere, a wide-open space so big you could play baseball in, with no fear of ever reaching much less smashing its windows. Windows so large and bathed in light you could only feel it warm your cheek. Abandoned as it was the old factory windows were foggy, cracked, missing sections of glass where you could see a hint of the vines that hugged the outside wall. All in all, they were large enough to fill the space in soft golden light. The inside, was nothing but a cement floor with broken glass, dust, cracks, and rust marks where machines had previously been for decades.
As I turn an examine the empty baron space, I spot grass growing from cracks, and out of the corner of my eye, one tree and a couple of trees. I turn and find a rich rainforest. Flora and fauna surrounding a large reflection pool carved out of black marble (say 6ft wide by 20 ft length). At the end of this reflection pool stood a matte black rectangle, just a solid marble rock smooth with sharp edges. The wolves climbed the thing in a second, with just a few leaps on a tree or a fallen trunk- they stare at me, waiting on me to join them.
As I stand there a top the marble rock, looking down into the stagnant, muddy water in the pool, dead bugs and dried flowers ended up there. More than anything I see a large, patient and dormant crocodile. Slowly awaking, barely wagging its tail in long overdue anticipation. I leap right in, right into the water, jaws and broken bones. As the crocodile thrashed the body of water it lived in, I saw my blood cleanse the mud and stagnation, the now crystal clear water reviving flowers and grass nearby. I only remember a few more frames in vivid color before I woke up, mostly of the leather skin, flowers falling into clear water. then I woke up.