The other night I dreamed a painting all night long. Needless to say, I was exhausted when I woke up. I’ve been trying to recreate what I worked on all that long night. It’s only the ground. I have to come up with the main element(s) in my waking hours or, if I’m lucky, in another dream. Here it is in the post. I still want to distress the ground a little, and actually add a little more to it. Add and subtract. I do that a lot in my mixed media work. I believe the final element is going to be a sort of fantasy bird, something with the down-turned beak of an ibis, and the metallic plumage of same bird, but with the tail of a lyre bird.
I do a lot of my artistic imaginings while I sleep, or don’t sleep as has been the case recently. I’m not the type to get up in the middle of the night to come to my studio. My husband would get separation anxiety, and I prefer to stay cozied up to his warm self than to haul myself out into the nighttime house. So I lie there and process paint colors and line quality.
I have had an unceasing compulsion to paint lately. This is good, being that I have a show to get ready for in March. But what I want to do is experiment. Although I am trying out many and various styles, I feel like I’ve not found my true voice yet. There is something just under the surface scratching to get out. I would like to spend all day and night in my studio helping the creature to break free. I want to forget all about cleaning house and cooking dinner, and answering to everybody’s needs. I want to put off Christmas until April maybe. As usual my timing is splendid. Does anyone else out there feel this intense longing? How do you reach the creature inside?
I hear a baby crying and I think her mom needs a break. I’ll show you more of my painting when I finish.