The Beach of My Dreams

Echoes from Celo, Alpha Centauri

The Beach of My Dreams; Echoes from Celo, Alpha Centauri (2025), acrylic on a board, 15x20 cm.

‘The Beach of My Dreams; Echoes from Celo, Alpha Centauri’ is a series of miniature painting studies made after a same-name poem I wrote after I dream I had in 2021.

It depicts otherworldly landscapes, mainly seaside and seascapes, of an exoplanet in Alpha Centauri A system, with some futuristic technological motifs such as a fleet of silver craft gliding through the sky in front of an imposing, bright moon orbiting around the planet.

The Beach of My Dreams (2021)

I dreamt of a beach with pink, crystal sand,

It’s tiny grains glistening in the light.

I dreamt of a pink beach from the far land,

It’s shores bathed in light so white.

The sand beneath my toes coarse, yet so soft;

Just like the view!

Vivid pink bleeding into amethyst on the horizon,

Dancing with swirling zesty lemon around the somnolent sun;

Orange leaping from time to time, out of the sea to bid it good night.

Beyond my sight, something caught my eye

- a precious gem, no, it’s not a gem I saw!

Rows and rows of shelly snuggled in the crystalline bed,

an otherworldly nobility slept on the shore:

-noble pen shells covered in jewels of rouge.

I leaned forward wanting to see more.

“What is this magical place?” I thought,

an answer to this riddle I sought.

Beyond my sight, something caught my eye;

A woman clad in white appeared and gave

me a reply:

“-Celo,” was all she said,

and for a moment I wondered if I was dead.

Throwing white hair over her dainty shoulder

she smiled and offered me a hand,

What she wanted to show me I didn’t understand.

No words were spoken, no sentences said,

but I felt her thoughts, her presence, inside my head.

I felt myself slipping out of slumber’s reach,

Wakeness took hold and ripped me from the beach!

The last thing I heard, as I stirred awake and rubbed my eyes,

“Remember! Remember!! Remember!!!” insisted the woman’s cries.

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