In honor of Carrie’s Studio, Shanna's New Abode for Writing, Maureen's New Cottage for Writing, and after visiting Haven's Writing Barn, I am offering up this Dream I had:
Background Information: I always loved art as a child and would study on my own, but I went to a tiny church school with no art class. At this time in my family/community no one mentioned even the possibility of college . . . I thought when you graduated and/or turned 18, you were on your own.
So, after high School I worked full-time, moved in with an aunt in Texas, and then ran off and got married at 19. I kept painting, mostly watercolor and some acrylic, but not really knowing what I was doing. Got into the New Age movement . . . began to believe in my ‘gift’ and that it was part of my tautology.
After a divorce I enrolled in an Art Institute while still working full time.
One week before classes started I was in an accident and badly injured my back.
I met Donny (he was my physical therapist). We married and planned and started our family. The deal was, I would have art as a hobby and go to school when the kids reached pre-school age.
Above, 30 second gesture drawings from Drawing 101.
This dream (of returning to school) came true when I was 27/28. I started with a night drawing class . . . then before I started Painting 101 - I went shopping for art supplies.
choosing every tube of Galleria acrylic paint and each paintbrush with exceeding care and love . . .
I then had this dream while being part of a dream interpretation group.
FLOWER TRAIN.
I am on a swiftly moving SILVER BULLET train . . . we are flashing through landscapes and the train slows as we come around a bend. I peer out the window and see breathing, pulsing BRIGHT FLESH and CREAMY flowers of an unidentified species. They are singing and throbbing with color and life.
I reach down and pat the baby car seat which is sitting next to me on the train-bench. The 'baby' is wrapped in a beautiful crocheted (which I made) cobweb of rainbow beams . . . I lift the blanket to reveal -
the new glorious tubes of paint and carefully arranged paintbrushes. I cry in recognition.
THE END
Above, "Unveiled Sorrow" created in Painting 101 with Professor D. Anne Waters.
So - the point being that this dream is when I came to the realization that I needed to nurture and foster my ‘gift’ of creativity to the same extent that I nurtured and fostered my own children.
Our family, around the time of this dream . . .
Art is a part of me. I cannot give it away or neglect it.
I cannot tell you the all encompassing effect this realization/dream has had on my life. It was my license to be who I was born to be.
. . . and then came Claire.
Background Information: I always loved art as a child and would study on my own, but I went to a tiny church school with no art class. At this time in my family/community no one mentioned even the possibility of college . . . I thought when you graduated and/or turned 18, you were on your own.
So, after high School I worked full-time, moved in with an aunt in Texas, and then ran off and got married at 19. I kept painting, mostly watercolor and some acrylic, but not really knowing what I was doing. Got into the New Age movement . . . began to believe in my ‘gift’ and that it was part of my tautology.
After a divorce I enrolled in an Art Institute while still working full time.
One week before classes started I was in an accident and badly injured my back.
I met Donny (he was my physical therapist). We married and planned and started our family. The deal was, I would have art as a hobby and go to school when the kids reached pre-school age.
Above, 30 second gesture drawings from Drawing 101.
This dream (of returning to school) came true when I was 27/28. I started with a night drawing class . . . then before I started Painting 101 - I went shopping for art supplies.
choosing every tube of Galleria acrylic paint and each paintbrush with exceeding care and love . . .
I then had this dream while being part of a dream interpretation group.
FLOWER TRAIN.
I am on a swiftly moving SILVER BULLET train . . . we are flashing through landscapes and the train slows as we come around a bend. I peer out the window and see breathing, pulsing BRIGHT FLESH and CREAMY flowers of an unidentified species. They are singing and throbbing with color and life.
I reach down and pat the baby car seat which is sitting next to me on the train-bench. The 'baby' is wrapped in a beautiful crocheted (which I made) cobweb of rainbow beams . . . I lift the blanket to reveal -
the new glorious tubes of paint and carefully arranged paintbrushes. I cry in recognition.
THE END
Above, "Unveiled Sorrow" created in Painting 101 with Professor D. Anne Waters.
So - the point being that this dream is when I came to the realization that I needed to nurture and foster my ‘gift’ of creativity to the same extent that I nurtured and fostered my own children.
Our family, around the time of this dream . . .
Art is a part of me. I cannot give it away or neglect it.
I cannot tell you the all encompassing effect this realization/dream has had on my life. It was my license to be who I was born to be.
. . . and then came Claire.