I dreamed about art last night. A Victorian Dresser painted thick with pink paint, sealing the draws shut, making a canvas of the piece. Then a “student” hanging one of his paintings on a wall. He used car keys punching holes in the canvas to hang it. I told him not to deface his work in that way. If he didn’t value his work no one else would either.
What I call a “hit me over the head” dream. Don’t even need to translate that one. My higher self talking to me. Now I just need to remember it in waking life.