Some dreams are particularly sticky and last well into the day or days after. I dreamed that I held my son with his back to my chest. Could have been either one of my sons, but at the last age when they would allow such motherly protection. Just that. And all day I could feel the warmth of him there. This piece, which started as a demo using textured paper collage as a start, became a floral painting, and then veered off into my dreamscape as I found the pictures of mothers and then the title page from an old song book.