This piece was the Sanctuary I found after finishing Ganesh. I was finally free of the symmetrical prison I was stuck within, and finally, my creativity opened up and I could explore the canvas in a more fluid way.

It was a piece that came from a lucid dream where I was following a river, and as I came out of the shadows, the path I was following came to a crystalline bridge that sang as if wind through glass.

Across, on the other bank, was a long stair that led upward towards a Pagoda. After a long climb, I entered, and within I found an Avatar. One in the sense of a teacher stepping into my realm, or was I in his, offering a valuable lesson.
He told me to sit at a desk, and placed some parchment paper in front of me and told me to write.

As I wrote, the letters would grow legs and run off the page. As fast as I was trying to capture my thoughts on paper, they would giggle and run away.

He then proceeded to share his mind, and told me that I was anchoring my words in the abstract language of my birthplace. And that being based in the material realm, that form of memory would fade away in the dream world.

In the realm of dreams, one must think in the primal ways of the universe, and from which it took form. You must anchor your thoughts and memories in the language of patterns and images. It is there, the ideas hold shape, and retain their integrity.

And so it is within the Infinite Between, the Bardo. The space beyond the material. This is why you loose all you learn between lives, except for that you anchor within creative means, and carry them through.

Otherwise, it all fades away, like dreams do when you wake.

My memories are my Sanctuary, and I dive into them as I need them. Anchors in space and time I can hold onto when I feel lost in the Chaos, and bring myself to a sense of Order. And its on the canvas that I record them, with the hope I will carry them forward.