SPRING ICE, 3 x 3 inches, polymer clay on birch panel. NFS

 

Until about 30 years ago, painting with oils on canvas was part of my everyday life. Then I stopped painting. Sometime after that I also stopped remembering my dreams. And that made me sad, because I loved my dreams and considered them a gift to myself. I started creating art again in the spring of 2015 and within weeks I also began to dream again. It’s not a coincidence. My dreaming is connected to my creative work.

“Spring Ice” (2015)

The Gift of Dreaming

2 thoughts on “The Gift of Dreaming

  1. This is one of the most important, meaningful paragraphs I’ve read in a long time. My dreaming is connected to my creative work as well. My pieces often contain dream material. Thank you for writing this post. Beautiful painting as well. Thea

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