Painting monsters

Painting, sketching, drawing the monsters that hunt my dreams, frequent the inside of my fucked-up skull while being in the blissful limbo of King Morpheus. Waking up with a start covered by clammy sheets I reach for my sketchbooks conveniently located next to my bed, switch on a bedside lamp and start drawing feverishly....in the morning it is all over, like it was never there but the lines on paper prove the reality that was never there to begin with...