I made a series of oils as a child. Some of them I have no memories of, but this one stuck. It was in 1976 and I was around three and a half. It was based off an image from a dream that had made a deep impression. I remember wanting to recreate that suggestive feeling in reality, capture it. In the dream I was in a cave standing before an opening into another space, or outside a cave at night looking in to the luring glow inside. I don’t remember passing through it, or if that was even the purpose of being there, it was more as if standing before a living power, a great will, an awesome presence. I do however remember that I failed at recreating it. For whatever reason I think this was the second version, but as an adult I found out I did a surprising number of attempts. After this period I didn’t use oil until I became an adult. My seventies’ oil crisis.
The Cave II
