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daniel vala.

sitting in. somewhere. daniel vala. his paintings surround me. the dream i had last night. this is his dream. his life. expressed as a journey through a dream. the images. much like my dream last night. yet incredibly different. it is hot in here. i wonder if he intended it to be this way. the walls are hot. from the intense lights shining on the paintings. the music is soothing. dreamy. drowning. i can feel the journey through the music. through his paintings. my mind coagulates. slowly transforming what i see and hear into an understanding. it is getting dark outside. i think i have been here. has it been two hours. trying to understand. a lady walks in. she looks around and leaves. a couple. they look at about half the paintings. they buy a book. a print. are they leaving. they have only been here fifteen. twenty minutes. maybe shorter. maybe longer. i could spend a week here. to live here. and sleep here. and eat here. and maybe understand. a heartbeat as the wind blows. the tape comes to an end. or is it just a new song. yes. just a new song. the paintings. they tell the story of a man travelling through dreams. he is shown eternal mysteries. births. deaths. more. i do not understand yet.

cyberspace. but this is dreamspace. i close my eyes and with the music i can see it. stand in front of a painting. you feel drawn in. as if you are a part of it. they. most of them. recede into the distance. there is a light. almost blinding. sometimes several. a blinding light is to lead him through to the home of the infinity. and then the light is gone and he must find his own way out. the poetry is beautiful. descriptive. it leads us through his mysterious world. it tells us what he is thinking. where he travels to through his paintings. it helps us to understand. daniel vala. he is called the heir of enigmatic art. i would wish to meet him. his artwork is incredible. there is a reception this saturday. perhaps i will come. for now it is time to leave. the sky grows dark and the heartbeat beats again.


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