A fellow blogger asked me to share some of my art that comes from dreams. I often have dreams about roaming the microscopic textures of things such as wood grain, lichen, the veins in rocks. I also often have dreams where the paint is still wet, which leads me to believe I'm actually a part of the painting. I also have a strange teapot who keeps appearing with silent advice. And since I was very young just before I get sick I have dreams of descending steep stairs that are too small for my feet. It doesn't happen every time, but I take it as a warning when the stairs appear since they have never been wrong. Many years ago I was fortunate enough to experience, climb, and touch the ruins of Tikal in Guatemala. They were the exact stairs!
Both my art and poetry are sprinkled with my dreams. I love working through the layers, examining the symbolism, and I use each dream as a guide. I'm equally interested in the dreams of others as well. There are a handful of surefire ways that always make me lose track of time. Talking about dreams with others is one of those things.
My favorite poem I've written is a mishmash of my thrift store dreams, which is a common setting.
Here are a few dream-inspired art pieces:
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