Dreaming Blue

The blue dream continues to unfold, roots in blue earth wander about, entwined in space.Some feel like pages of a book . The roots can not be contained and wander off the page. By this time the dream is a memory faded and I still continue.

bule dream line play 2,2014

towards the edge of the blue dream, 2014

The Blue Dream, Part 2

I'm still trying to tease out that dream. And I sense the titles are telling me as much as the image.

blue flight map, 2014

the river, 2014

More Blue Dreams

In between rain showers I come back into the studio to see if I can capture a fragment of a dream from a few days ago. It was one of those dreams where you say to yourself "I'll never forget that" and sure enough the next morning all that is left is that uneasy knowing that you have forgotten something important. And at times throughout the day you get a glimmer, and you try to ease it into consciousness.

2 lines, ink on paper, 2014

towards blue 2

towards blue

Cabin Fever

More from the dream, a very short story.

cabin fever, 24 x 38 in, ink and acrylic, 2014

Demeter's tears,  24 x 38 in, ink and acrylic, 2014

for Persephone, a bribe, a shawl against the cold, 38 x 24 in, ink and acrylic, 2014

The Dream, Part 2

The dream image is reoccurring, [link here], not every night but most, and I am still working with it, trying to untangle it or its meaning. Trying to sense what it means for me, or how it wants to inform me. When I did the first few drawings I used a pad of lined paper made of Terra Stone. Loved the idea of stone paper but it has a cool, smooth texture and is more like Mylar than paper. That being said it loves ink, actually it seems to love any thing put on it, so I found some larger sheets and set to. Doing some research on line/lines I found a sweet fact, that in geometry, lines are a primitive concept. For some reason that pleases me.

working the dream, 38 x 24 in, mixed media on paper, 2014

working the dream 2, 38 x 24 in, mixed media on paper, 2014

Dream Lines

For the last while, just as I go to sleep, I have seen the same image. Sometimes during the day I'll see it in my minds eye and when I found some steel wool today, I scanned it. It's not what I see, but shares a sensibility. Then I looked at some sketches I had done a few days ago, and the ink piece I was working on yesterday; spirals, nests, vortexes, the expanding universe, spaghetti. Actually my dream image was just lines, million of lines, overlapping, winding about, and very beautiful.

steel wool, 2014

dream sketch, 2014

working the circle on the studio floor, 

Perplexed

Tidying up my files I came across this drawing from a couple of weeks ago. I wondered what I had been thinking and then remembered that I had had a dream of this image. Such a strong dream that I knew I needed to draw it. Was it reading about Wolfgang Laib's exhibition at MOMA [Link here] which I am really hoping to see. Was it reading about the collapse of bee colonies and how that would affect and threaten our future [link here]? It's a strange piece in the midst of all the straight and wavy lines I've been working with. Really don't know quite what to do with it, so for now it rests in its glissine envelope.

The Bee Hive, 39 x 24 in, charcoal, 2013