This oil on canvas was inspired on a Halloween afternoon when my sister, Jane, was napping and my nephew, Aaron peered into the room. The incident lasted only a couple of seconds and was utterly innocent, but something clicked in my imagination. I added a Spanish street outside and let it morph into a landscape with a pool of water reflecting the moon. As we all know, men with guns seem to be always near. (This image is also available as a digital print.)
After many years of painting landscapes and city scenes, curiosity drew me towards the vivid images of my dreams. I was aware of the works of Joan Miró, Max Ernst, Dalí and Paul Delveaux, but only gradually realized that the images that arose in my own sleep were just as worthy of being painted as the scenes I observed during my waking hours. They are formidable challenges to paint, and if I were confined to painting either the waking or sleeping aspects of life, I would paint dreams.