I have been working on a small series of drawings called, The Seven Gods of my Nightmares.

It seems most people get rid of nightmares during adolescence, but I always was a dreamer and didn't shed any of it. It runs in the family too.

I have tried to read about it and the description of night terror in very small children is the same as my mother has described me having at the age of one or two. I have seen it myself when my eldest daughter was a small toddler. A rather distressful experience as it takes a long time to get in contact with the child who cries and react hostile to you.

Later it has simply become a part of my life. In certain periods I suffer from nightmares of different sorts - enough that I have rubricated them into certain categories - some are banal psychological nightmares, anger, fear or (worst) sorrow. Some are full of deep, but unexplainable anxiety. The worst are solipsist, geometrical and full of fundamental wrongness.

Somehow these dreams, just like the other dreams I have, have played a rather large role in my mental life, and I do not loathe them like I did when I was younger. They are part of me and these drawings are therefore, I suppose, also a bit funny, a bit stoic, a bit mystical (so don't ask me what they represent). Maybe I could have made nine or three. It became seven.

This is the first one. Ug.