As a teen, I Dreamed a Dream—it was these words:
“Just a while back about last week, I jumped into a manhole,
hoping to sleep. It was dark and cold in there, and I was
frightened then I heard a voice and the manhole lightened.
The voice was calm and gentle like the cool breeze.
All I could say was tell me who it is Oh please! The voice came again
and seemed to be quite near, so I bent over to lend an ear.
In the next moment, a figure came into sight —
looked like a person, but glowed like a light. As the figure came closer,
the manhole would change. It began to look like a picture in a golden frame.
Finally, this person spoke to me and said, why are you here
and not in bed? All I could say was, for this reason, sir,
a manhole as beautiful as this I prefer.” (1965)

I awoke from the dream with only the WORDS which
I’ve never forgotten.

My artwork symbolizing the latter dream was completed
In 1997–medium torn paper.