The sweet embrace of slumber's arms grip me, my restful dreams slip through my mind and tell me beautiful secrets. My sanctuary, my Italian garden, where the grass is so welcoming and the sun warms my flesh. Soft and surreal, dream-like quality. Honey suckle kisses. Beautiful... beautiful... sleep.

This is where I want to return to. A place that's only in my mind. So warm and safe, where dusk only brings coolness before the suffocating warmth begins again.

This painting will probably appear in my art book. I want to write something to go with this painting as I'm rather fond of him.

Photoshop CS2 and my Wacom Intuous3. Some reference used for the garden, including that little bit of a folly poking out from the plants. Own stock used as reference for the figure.

A print of this is available, please contact me via note or email to order one.