Here is a drawing I did of a memory of a long-ago dream; one in which we visited a place where the people lived in huts on floating sod islands in a large river. It was a seasonal place– when the river rose during the flood season, they sailed elsewhere by pushing the islands with long staffs. I do not know why they did not stay there all the time, but it must have had to do with the seasonal shifts of each place. (Perhaps this place, where I met them, was inhospitable during the colder months.)
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 