Banksy
I was living in the upstairs of my grandmother’s house. I received a package in the mail. It was an original painting from Banksy. Banksy had made a screen/screen print, and this was the only print off of it.
I was confused and excited. I didn’t know how Banksy knew where I lived. I kept looking for the manila envelope that the painting had come in. I searched for Banksy’s PO box address, worried that I might have shredded the envelope with some junk mail.

Filed under: dreams,photography,writing - @ 9 September 2021 05:15
Tags: art, dreams, photography, writing