I dreamt that I was involved in a collective art project. A bunch of us were working on a large panel that covered most of a wide and tall wall. It was a collage of sorts. I worked on a piece that turned out rather well, but the whole lacked composition of some kind. I was happy enough with the attempt, though. And I felt that the future was bright for this sort of art. When I woke up, I remembered experiments in collective art with Orlando Mohorović and Armano Jeričević. We worked together on two occasions in the early 2007, once at my place, and once at Armano’s. We were supposed to meet again at Orlando’s to complete our cycle, but we never did. I do not remember why he failed to organize yet another gathering, which was up to him at that point.  A pity, no doubt. The New Collectivism, as Orlando dubbed our endeavor, was very much to my liking. Living in Istria, the three of us were onto something pretty exciting. Or so I felt at the time. The stuff of dreams, of course.