The Third Angel Sounded | The Degenerate Art of Nick Kushner

One of my greatest fears at a young age was dying in my sleep. Namely in the belief that dying in one's dream equated to literal physical death. I asked my mother if she had ever died, or come close to death, in a dream. Once, when she was a child she'd dreamt of being one of the Romanov royal family of Russia just prior to assasination. She could hear her mother having been beaten and raped in an adjacent room, and woke up just as Lenin was pointing the gun barrel to her head. A haunting vision which has never left me since...