The paintings are nearly an exact reproduction of images I saw in a dream about my fiancé's mother, Nan. She died a little over a year ago of Alzheimer's. Nan is the striped square. The slate blue bars represent the blocked flow of messages in her brain. The red is her blood. The silver white bar is her beautiful gray-white hair. She is becoming one with the universe. Nan was quite the wit. I miss her dry humor tremendously. She is one of the few people I've met who accepted me immediately at our first meeting and told me I made her son happier than he's ever been in his life.

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