I have always been a vivid dreamer. Some years ago, I started journaling when I woke up. What fascinates me are the bizarre images that come to me, such as a deceased friend looking at her tiny skeleton in a shoe box, fish swimming by in a subway station, or a dress made out of Wonderbread wrappers that needs a zipper. Sometimes it is a whole scene or narrative, sometimes a word or two, and sometimes just an image. At first, these were just for my own contemplation and amusement. They were too intimate and embarrassing to share with anyone. Gradually, after years of making art, I found myself returning to these images and eventually decided to try to find a way to use them in my work that would convey their primitive, primal, and naïve nature. After painting on canvas for years, I started to capture these fleeting images in hand-printed monoprints, because this method seemed more in keeping with the essence of dreams and their ephemeral nature.