Untitled, 48” x 30”, oil on canvas

I dreamed of Queen Elizabeth II in the winter of the northern hemisphere, two thousand twenty-two. There was a vibrant orange and yellow and gold wheat field. The sky midnight black. In the field there was a black sedan. In the back seat behind the driver’s seat there was a woman. Then she was gone. At the moment she perished-I won’t say from the earth as that is uncertain-the Queen appeared as a figure-eighty feet tall. She materialized as thousands of brilliantly-colored, glowing embers, each in color and luminosity as a jewel. I am unable to interpret the dream as God has not given me the discernment to interpret this vision.