Mark Hofreiter's Art and Cartoon Pages

The third-to-last Dream Painting
This painting of a windmill is an old recurring dream that I first had in my twenties, say, and would continue to have now and again for twenty years.
I am walking through my house and there is a room that I once knew well and was part of my life many years before. But now this room was lost and once in a while I run across the room and it is still and dark as though time has stood still for eons in that room. And in the middle of the room is a wind mill; not a model of a wind mill but a full-sized wind mill of gigantic proportions. (It is as though when looking at the windmill it is perfectly normal for a 50 foot structure to be quietly sitting there. (Isn't that amazing to think about!)
Turns out, windmills aren't nearly as big as the Dutch and Murphy windmills at the entrances to Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. For some reason, those wind mills haunted my dreams may years later; sentinels mutely guarding the shore line; quiet, majestic is greys and tan in perpetual fog and flat green.