dream memory

dreamed last night about entering an art store with a specific item in mind to acquire. I was with S.

what i wanted wasn't in evidence, but I saw a piece that was interesting, or someone interested me in it. I sat opposite her at a busy table and she finished the piece with really cool oil crayons which she handled with ease and innovation. Yet the product was not that outstanding. I was looking at it upside down, but I don't think made any difference. I was enchanted by the crayons and asked about them. She had sold out but vaguely would be getting more.

S was a couple seats away, finishing a similar piece, kind of an angel and the face and halo part had been unfinished. S's face and halo were UNIQUE-- the halo consisted of multiple heads cut from magazine photos and arrayed in a half circle and the crayons had been used to create light and connections between the heads.

I wasn't going to write about this dream, as much as I was fascinated by it, because I didn't want to bother to dig into my memory and thoughts. But I was online, so I did it. glad I did.


Also something about class and lights being on or off, students liking, not liking, movie excerpts

pushing deeper

Surrounding myself with science fiction
With color.

My dreams have had constructions of art I've made.

Last night I know that my being was fitting parts of me together, showing me that I need all the facets of my being. The parts which I was trained to believe 1) I had control over and could and must repress, 2) were bad .... are part of my whole and without them I am not what I could be.

I drew this mandala to hold this in my thinking and give space for it to go deep and grow.
I used a stencil for the orange part. I tried to let my inner-ness direct the designs, and I really didn't think I would find significance in what I drew.

Upon letting it sit for a while, I do see significance. The orange part is ordered and regular, the persona, I think.

The green is a webbing of my name, my being, my identity. I added the color after drawing, and I did not plan the green to be on my name. That was a pleasant coincidence since green is my overall favorite color.

The blue is the tension I have.

The red is growth, and red has been my favorite color.

I like the piece, and I am happy to find meaning in it.

Meaning

 

 

Words books ad infinitum

 I keep finding books I want to read, ideas I want/ need to understand. I just kindled Phil Cousineau's book about rekindling imagination and creativity.

I ordered the bio of Joseph Campbell Fire in the Mind. Can't believe I didn't know about that one before.

 

Great art classes over the weekend with Dina Wakley @ WSD.

 

4.5 years.

Graphic novels at last

 Ok. I really like them. Taking time to study the graphics slows my reading to a relaxing pace. This is a series I just started tonight. 

 

It's Carol Jago's fault I started reading this weekend. : )

 

 

 

Up then down and coming back around

 I thought I would write this morning. Write something that could move toward being a short story. I. Made the mistake, the avoidance tactic of reading. Other stuff first. And now.... Minotaur.