I dream repeatedly about a place where I formerly worked. There were two buildings separated by a driveway that led to an open courtyard. In my dream there was a wall of ocean water between the buildings with killer whales thrashing about.
I am inspired by the line drawings of Paul Klee, the icons of Joan Miró and lines and color patches of Vassily Kandinsky. The study below is a portrait of myself with an eye open to the dreamscape that I visit nearly every night.
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 am grateful that I dream in vivid images. It is difficult to transcribe the most simple images from my mind to paper. Since my dreams are immersive (that is, I feel that I am within a three-dimensional space), I must choose which part of my dream environment to portray. A photographer does the same […]
In contrast to yesterday’s experiment, I thought a lot about today’s watercolor. Before I continue, I must apologize. When I wrote, The Last Rubber Image, I thought I was done with latex masking fluid. However, I couldn’t resist another whack at it. After all, it was fun dripping and spreading it around. First step So […]