The Gift of Dreaming

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)