Dynamite Speedway. Scanned markers, acrylic, and digital work.
Art therapy piece, just for my own restless mind. This one started as a digital doodle and eventually got more layers of scanned traditional media added to it. I’ve been doing a lot of experiments in mixing media; it’s a lot of fun.
Psycho-therapy is rather amazing—something like stirring up the bottom of an aquarium—chunks of the past coming up at unfamiliar angles, distinct and then indistinct. ― Robert Lowell
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In one of my old books of poetry, I found some golden autumn leaves pressed carefully into a page. This was the poem on that page. Although the words aren’t quite addressing a little girl, I remember liking the poem when I was a kid. And so, I’m sharing (as formatted in the book):
‘Thinking’ (or) ‘The Man Who Thinks He Can’ by Walter D. Wintle
If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost,
For out in the world we find
Success being with a fellow’s will;
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you’re outclassed, you are:
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.
It’s been a while since I’ve done a dream post, but I visited an interesting place in my dreams the other night and wanted to make some artwork to remember it.
Much like my last dream post location, I’m pretty sure I was on another planet.
David and I were staying at a beachside resort at the base of a snowy mountain range. I don’t think the landscape was actually shades of red and orange as much as the atmosphere—and, like the last dream, twin suns—cast it to appear that way… but it was eerie and warm and incredibly strange.
So, where have you visited in your dreams lately?
Sunrise at Summit Beach. Created with Corel Painter and Adobe Photoshop.
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
— Jack Kerouac
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Flood in the Factory. Digital markers, created with Corel Painter.
I had this powerful dream the other night. In it, I freed myself from an immense labyrinthine factory—levels and levels of alien pipework and and not a soul in sight, although I felt pursued—by calling the waters. Strangest thing. I rode them out and found myself on an alien shore with two suns rising.
So, here’s the factory. Maybe next I’ll paint the shore and suns. Instead of always writing down my dreams, I figured it might be an interesting experience to recall the visuals in color.
Do you keep a record of your dreams?
They say dreams are the windows of the soul—take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts. — Henry Bromel
Experimenting with digital ink: when you take some color, dribble it onto paper and fold (mirror) it, smear it around here and there, then water some down and blow it all over the place with a (virtual) straw… you get something like this.
Reminds me of the Rorschach inkblot test. I think it might be looking at me.
The last few nights, I’ve noticed when I was dreaming. I mean, I dream every night and can usually remember parts of the dreams (and I try to write them down)—but lately, I’ve been aware I’m in a dream while in the dream.
Only I have yet to do anything fun with that fact. Sure, I’ve seen Inception and suspect there are levels of play within our dreams, but I don’t feel I’m in the right mental space to handle and control a lucid dream.
Still, the other night found me in a wondrous place: a city of colorful light. I was in a building where there were no floors—well, the floors were made of neon light that you could see through, level after level below, and continue to walk on. I was in a towering building. I went from room to room and finally found a window of polished glass. When I looked into it, I could see myself—drawn as light.
And I knew it was a dream. I woke up. If I get there again, I might do something crazy: jump through the window, fly across the skyline, or shatter the whole darn thing and discover another world entirely. Probably the latter.
I’m sure there are heaps of metaphors there. I’ll need more coffee to sort it out.
I’ve never been much of a “girly” girl. At least not on the outside; I wear tees and jeans and like to do “guy” things like watch teams sports, obsess over cars and boats, and enjoy a pub atmosphere. True, I have a few “girly” collections: I collect nail polish… but then, I also like to build models, and enamel is enamel, after all (yes, I have used nail polish on a model car).
But lately, with increased stress in my life, I’ve found myself seeking classic “girly” obsessions to ease my emotions.
Namely: shoes and makeup. Yep, the old standbys.
Not that I’ll necessarily buy the stuff. But I went out alone (OMG ALONE) yesterday for the first time in three weeks. And what did I do?
I tried on piles of fancy shoes.
I let the makeup store ladies put eyeshadow on me.
I didn’t buy any shoes (because I don’t need any, as Natania got me a Zappos gift certificate for my birthday). But I did buy the eyeshadow.
Now, to go watch some shark wrestling and shake off the lace.
Image from stock by jdurham.