I had a dream that I was waiting for someone. I didn't know who they were, only that I was supposed to meet them there, in that soft, wordless place between sleeping and waking. And that somehow, a message had already been sent. I just had to show up.

That dream gave me the vision to create. And then my grandfather passed away.

I decided to start painting.

What had begun as something curious and unexplained became something else entirely; an act of devotion, of grief, of love that didn't know where to go. So I put it into the canvas. I built a place outside of time. A bench, glowing and quiet, waiting in the middle of a turquoise dream world scattered with stars. A place that exists in no time zone, follows no rules, and asks nothing of you except that you arrive.

I like to think I was painting it for him before I knew I needed to. That somehow the dream was already preparing me, already building the space where we could still find each other.

The Meeting Place is that room. It belongs to anyone who has ever lost someone and needed somewhere to go that wasn't quite goodbye. A space that holds the in-between, not the grief of absence, but the quiet miracle of connection that does not end just because the physical world says it should.

Whoever you are waiting for, there is a bench. And the light is always on.

Acrylic on wood cradled canvas
12”x12”

Real orchids, celestite, aquamarine, quartz, resin, plaster, fiber optic lighting

$1,000

This painting is available for purchase. You can currently purchase it at the Kayenta Center for the Arts. And it will be available to take home on June 31st. Each painting comes with a Certificate of Authenticity.