Wednesday, November 29, 2006
I had a marvelous dream last night that I was with my dad (or Kim's dad--the identities were dream-shifty) in a painter's studio on Baxter Avenue. The studio belonged to this man I'd never met, but whoever I was with had business or social connections with him. We were picking up some kind of artwork that was to go in Jill's room. I was walking around the studio, and there were wonderful paintings. I was most struck by a few very large ones. They were painterly, full of rich and subtle hues, and elegant. It was exactly how I wanted to paint.
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I had a dream a hamburger was eating ME!
ReplyDeleteMartist,
ReplyDeleteHave you ever seen such paintings in real life? I.e., are there any real-life paintings that approach what you saw in your dream?
If not, might I suggest you paint some yourself, so that we may all delight therein?
1)Brian: Why not sneeze, Rrose Costanza?
ReplyDelete2) mekimeki: Oh, yes, I see such paintings--though the ones in the dream were of the finest quality, in my opinion. I haven't seen paintings just like the two I remember from the dream. Something inside is definitely telling me to hop to it.