Dream on. Mirage or dream with open eyes. What do I see when I look up to the sky? Endless, bottomless blue that attracts and fascinates. Clouds slowly float by, folding into incredible shapes or magical creatures, easily dancing right above my head. It is easy to believe that God exists differently from where and where these ephemeral beings – mirages – are moving. What if the sky looks back at me? Could it be? It seems to me that maybe that's what I drew. It was this moment when the sky opened one eye and looked at me. Or maybe it's just my reflection in it? In any case, I want to believe that my mirage stirred your soul, as well as mine, when I painted this picture