Jung’s Dream

 

One restless night the renowned psychoanalyst Carl Jung dreamt he was wandering through a house that represented the different levels of human consciousness. With each level he descended the interior became more and more ancient, until he reached the lowest basement containing nothing but mud walls and a chest in which he found his own skeleton. Here is my response to that dream.

 

This print was produced in the Frans Masereel Centrum in Kasterlee, Belgium.