I was dreaming.

I was walking in the thick white fog.
In the distance, I saw horses blindfolded with colorful silk scarves.
As I approached them, I could feel their slight nervousness and occasional soft whinnying. They barely moved as if they were afraid of something, or were satisfied being tightly surrounded by barbed wire.

Barbed wire? What if they hurt themselves by that evil thing? They canÕt even see it.

I reached out for the scarves to set them free.
As soon as they could see their surroundings, they started getting anxious and trying to jump over the wires. They started hurting themselves, scratching, bleeding, and neighing - but they did not stop.


We are like the horses that have enormous energy inside.
We are like the horses that are blindfolded with colorful flattery.
We are like the horses that are surrounded by our own fear that we donÕt want to face.


I was dreaming.


Acrylic on illustration board, 24X20
September, 2002