Flying thru the Map of squam

I’ve been thinking a lot about the state of dreams. I am very active in my dreams and I can ( of course) easily fly.

Flying isn’t the arms out variety it’s more floating in the air, weightless.

I thought I’d think about how I would see these things in a series of artpieces, flying thru some of the odd locations that one finds in dreams. ( Tunnels, rooms, maps)

Because It is me Flying I never seem yy face just from the waist down, the image is a photo of me age 6 dressed up in a Kimono