Acrylic on canvas

+ acrylic markers (Posca)

46 x 55 cm

05/25

One night I had a dream that stayed with me.

It felt personal, almost like a message.

I was alone, drifting through unfamiliar streets. I felt frustration, and it slowly turned into a kind of hunger, not for food, but for clarity, for connection.

I passed restaurant after restaurant, none of them felt right. Then I found a small buffet that did.

There, I filled my plate with all the food I liked, but every time I tried to bring it to the table, I dropped it. It shattered, over and over, until I gave up and sat down, confused and empty-handed.

Then after a while, someone appeared behind me and gently placed a plate in front of me. It was full of food I loved, and even food I didn’t know I loved. None of it had been offered in the buffet.

The head chef had brought it, said nothing, and vanished before I could really see them. I ate, and it was perfect. The hunger disappeared. So did the frustration.

Then I woke up.

I trust that everything in life happens for a reason, even the things we don’t really understand.

I try to trust the process, but I still catch myself wanting control, fearing the unknown and forgetting how to just be.

The dream felt like a reminder.

The buffet was full of things I thought I should want.

The broken plates showed me those things were never mine.

And the chef ( maybe God), gave me what was.

This piece is a reminder for me not to fear, not to force.

Just trust what’s meant for you. Even if it looks different from what you imagined.