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Thursday, February 19, 2015
Symbolic
Carefully watching my reflection, I slide the glittery grey liner along my lashes, then top that with a thin black line. I retouch my eye shadow and then to move to apply mascara. Now it is time to stroke my cheekbones with blush and mouth with lipstick liner and lip stick... Pressing my lips together, I pull back to study for missteps....
I wake up, the bed is incredibly comfortable this morning and getting up felt like I was peeling off a band-aid. Stretching my happy muscles, I get up to a 'talkative' four legged creature who is also having a hard time getting up.
I am brushing my teeth when I remember the dream. The dream about make up, hair, clothing and an agonizing decision over heels... The quick glances from my reflection to my watching eyes; this dream felt meticulous...ritualistic.
After rinsing out the paste, I lean on the counter and study myself for a moment. What was it I was preparing myself for? A night out? Dinner with my sweetheart?
No... even when we go 'out' I don't invest the kind of time indulged in this dream.
I straighten up and get dressed trying not to trip on my dancing young canine. I let her out, pack lunches and hold the dream lightly in my palms. When Luna is back and munching on her breakfast I sit down for a minute with my coffee and think about it.
Reader, my dreams are usually playtime for my imagination. Although I dislike sleeping in and missing mornings, I Love sleep. Just as I love all play (i.e. painting, skiing, flying, walking with Luna at the end of the day as the sun lights up the mountains).
In dreams colors morph into action, landscapes are in the fourth dimension; I see people I have said goodbye to and met people I will never know in the waking world. Many of my paintings come from this part of my life.
Yet every now and again I have a guide dream. Rather then the usual kaleidoscope of carefree explorations and reckless inventions; my subconscious has something to say. Something my conscious doesn't know or may be over looking. I usually I only recognize that the dream was different when I wake up. Which is unfortunate. On the rare occasion I realize what they are while still in them, I know to look for clues and remember answers.
I close my hands around my empty still warm mug and close my eyes. Again, I see the lip liner I am focused on but I also see, in my blurry peripheral vision a dress, a dark blue creation. My hair is slightly curled, the usual streaks of brunette and red under my natural blond.... and a couple of dark blue streaks?
I try to relax, I try to see forward, was I going somewhere, to an event?
....No event. I wasn't getting ready for something...the makeup, the dress, the shoes.. they were symbolic. Huh.
Luna explodes her head between my hands, cracking her brains on the ceramic mug; she crawls half way into my lap to tell me her breakfast was delicious and she that she really really really needs to run around like an lunatic in the back yard again. Laughing at her eager paws and scrabbling toes, I oblige her request and toss her ahhhhhmazing stick for her to show off and race around with.
I will write about it now and think about it later. It is time for today.
I wake up, the bed is incredibly comfortable this morning and getting up felt like I was peeling off a band-aid. Stretching my happy muscles, I get up to a 'talkative' four legged creature who is also having a hard time getting up.
I am brushing my teeth when I remember the dream. The dream about make up, hair, clothing and an agonizing decision over heels... The quick glances from my reflection to my watching eyes; this dream felt meticulous...ritualistic.
After rinsing out the paste, I lean on the counter and study myself for a moment. What was it I was preparing myself for? A night out? Dinner with my sweetheart?
No... even when we go 'out' I don't invest the kind of time indulged in this dream.
I straighten up and get dressed trying not to trip on my dancing young canine. I let her out, pack lunches and hold the dream lightly in my palms. When Luna is back and munching on her breakfast I sit down for a minute with my coffee and think about it.
Reader, my dreams are usually playtime for my imagination. Although I dislike sleeping in and missing mornings, I Love sleep. Just as I love all play (i.e. painting, skiing, flying, walking with Luna at the end of the day as the sun lights up the mountains).
In dreams colors morph into action, landscapes are in the fourth dimension; I see people I have said goodbye to and met people I will never know in the waking world. Many of my paintings come from this part of my life.
Yet every now and again I have a guide dream. Rather then the usual kaleidoscope of carefree explorations and reckless inventions; my subconscious has something to say. Something my conscious doesn't know or may be over looking. I usually I only recognize that the dream was different when I wake up. Which is unfortunate. On the rare occasion I realize what they are while still in them, I know to look for clues and remember answers.
I close my hands around my empty still warm mug and close my eyes. Again, I see the lip liner I am focused on but I also see, in my blurry peripheral vision a dress, a dark blue creation. My hair is slightly curled, the usual streaks of brunette and red under my natural blond.... and a couple of dark blue streaks?
I try to relax, I try to see forward, was I going somewhere, to an event?
....No event. I wasn't getting ready for something...the makeup, the dress, the shoes.. they were symbolic. Huh.
Luna explodes her head between my hands, cracking her brains on the ceramic mug; she crawls half way into my lap to tell me her breakfast was delicious and she that she really really really needs to run around like an lunatic in the back yard again. Laughing at her eager paws and scrabbling toes, I oblige her request and toss her ahhhhhmazing stick for her to show off and race around with.
I will write about it now and think about it later. It is time for today.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
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Monday, February 9, 2015
Molten Insomnia at 3am (Original Art)
Molten Insomnia at 3am
15" X 14" X 1.5"
Acrylic
(Details: (4) 5" X 7" X .75" canvases on (1) 12" X 12" X .75" canvas)
**Sold**
15" X 14" X 1.5"
Acrylic
(Details: (4) 5" X 7" X .75" canvases on (1) 12" X 12" X .75" canvas)
**Sold**
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