Vitis aestivalis

Last night I dreamt of summer grapes.
I saw myself wandering with no direction in a tangerine mist until I reached a grapevine.
I reached out my hand to grab the most beautiful cluster but it felt surprisingly heavier to my senses.
I woke up without knowing if I tasted these grapes at all...
I turned this unfulfilled desire of my dreamword, into a series of pictures.
I present you Vitis aestivalis.