Images are not only art and expression. Images are vehicles of precognitive information, though always unexpected because these images cannot be commanded.
As a child, I waited impatiently night-time. Sleeping time allowed me to have access to images. These images had nothing to do with the world of art, they were more rich and accurate, they gave me very specific and exact messages. As the years passed, these images gave me more verifiable information on real events. These images that come to us or that we seek and that we gather during our sleep, do not lie. They are true companions of life, winged, immaterial, we never forgets them. They completely permeate our memory.