Oil on canvas & photography © †Seán Manchester
As you posted this and at the same time I was thinking of all the things I have seen and dreamed of that have happened and that is to come. My mother use to have me write all these things down and has put them somewhere for me of which now she has dementia and would not remember where these documents are placed. I was born with the knowledge that someone has been with me that I could not physically see and can remember as far back as a defenseless baby in a crib, aware of not being clothed and it bothered me but knew that if I fell asleep when I woke up I would be covered again. How can a baby have these thoughts and remember things being so young. Many things I don't speak of and wish I had the courage to do so.