Lately, I am not thinking of my future art
exhibition yet, there are few people looking
forward for me to show my art works a
social wise, that making me am not even
thinking about what to paint yet. I dreamd
of my exhibition,, there were a lof of people,,
passing by,,, and,, there wasn't my art there,,
but the used art materials,, on the shelfs,,,
there were a woman showing her sketch book
of a nuked woman body, the place seemd as
was a some kind of art convention, thinking
where are my arts , thought of the #15 a
rectangle box full of my canvas unstrecthed,,
16 rolled paintings in the box and two were out,,
one hung onthe wall and one rolled against the
wall all of them are about 165cm x 192cm and
bigger, that I thought in the dream that I forgot
to bring them for show... I should look them up
and see what I got in there where I go from there
and start something new mind landscapes a social
decoration coffe space and all that representation
and display.

I had a poped up memory for a past week, that
I used played with a babie doll when I was a little,
dressing them fix up hair them a matured
woman felt like am an adult figure how to dress.
Eventualy, felt limited when reached became
gowny dresses the doll were to forgotten.
The memory of a look real new born baby doll are
so thin, where I preper a cabbage patch doll.
In my living room there is a one nuked cupid vinyl doll.

New painting be a lot smaller to medium sizes.
May those dolls to dress let walkin into the space of
coloers fit to a wall in a room just thining about it
getting all the moving images to still life landscapes,
share a week with my company.