Paper, ink, 1990, 25 х 18 cm

I had a dream that together with John Lennon who, to tell the truth, was pretty transparent, we travelled across the Himalayas. We made the way over mountain peaks and rocks from which at us looked strange eyes, changing the form all the time. From the stones streamed shining substance which seemed to be alive.

That mountains around were the Himalayas, I had no doubt at all in a dream, but honestly why we was there and where we went I did not know.

During creation of this work I invented various lines, I had many such works forming technics, but I have only this left.