I’ve been having a hard time thinking of subjects to draw, lately. I usually draw something related to my daily activities, but since I began playing the violin again, I think I’ve mined that vein for all it was worth. I turned to Paul Klee, one of my favorite artists, for inspiration. I got several […]
I created a dream image background a few days ago (Dream Image Background 10-3-17). I was hoping that, in the interim, I would remember more examples of pictures to represent on my background. Chicago: The matrix of colored patches represents Chicago. I don’t know why Chicago should have appeared in my dream. The last time […]
Fire was streaming from underground. It lit up a path that outlined the shores. Thin strips of land defined by molten lava streams. Nothing could stop it. It could only be diverted.
I had a nice dream last night, for a change of pace. There were hundreds of purple bits arrayed in random, peeling off the floor. To my delight, I was able to control them and align them in the direction I wanted them to go.
When I was a kid someone told me, or I heard somewhere, that dreams arise from the subconscious. So, I thought that if I thought about scary things I didn’t want to dream about, it would be in my consciousness and therefore I wouldn’t dream about them. Well now I know the origin of that […]
I started reading Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams recently. I have a particular interest in dreams as I often have vivid ones. For a time I would wake myself up after dreaming and write down as much as I could remember. I would try to understand where they came from. I don’t do that any more, […]
I used a lot of the same colors today that I have been using lately (see Volcano?, When Robots Attack, Orientation). I used a sloppy wet brush to apply purple, cadmium red deep, Prussian and phthalo blues and mauve. I applied the colors in adjacent pools and left them alone to merge. I was struck by the results and did not […]
I had an odd dream sequence last night. It really wasn’t a sequence, though. The same theme played over and over in different guise each and every time I struggled to consciousness and slipped back under. I was disoriented in my dream state, but I knew if I pried my eyes open I would be able to tell where I was. […]
