I was on an open field It looked like the bottom of the ocean There were plenty of pebbles As if a road was being constructed Or at least something new And I knew I should not be afraid: The work was in progress. It was all so white and free And we crossed this immensity And arrived in a village at dusk It was smelling like summer evening Just like on my balcony it smells like honey all the time Some bees and flowers And their work in progress The day after I had this dream I started painting cause I did not feel afraid anymore Whenever I am afraid of an emotion I cannot paint People think that if one has an emotional nature There are only good emotions or sweet nostalgia But you don't want to know How frustration feels like For the sensible. But what do I know what people think What do I know what is there at their bottom of the ocean If they can cross it light hearted or not. I painted in red and blue The woman with her feet in the water And the woman with her head in the clouds The woman that carries the light in her fire costume And the woman that is a house herself And a bridge for both of them to walk on When they will meet at the bottom of the ocean.