Those dreams were not revealed to me.

In the moon's gentle glow, I traversed tranquil hills, where owls found solace among fig trees' branches, under the night's vigilant gaze. These momentsweren't mere dreams; they unveiled life's cryptic narratives, transcending aspirations into a realm of boundless exploration. Today marks a new chapter in my artistic expedition. Embracing fountain ink on paper, I seek to harmonize the moon's tranquility with ink's untold tales, blending whispered wisdom into each stroke. " These work in black and white contain very fine dots and textures, unfortunately often imperceptible in a photograph of the artwork