Last night I had a dream that I was paging through a portfolio of drawings I had made. They were beautiful and interesting, and I was so excited… I kept thinking, “I drew this?”
I wish I could remember more what they looked like… there were lots of forests and lakes, and some swamp monsters… I think maybe they were images of past dreams, in still form.
I remember looking at the drawings and marveling at how realistic they looked, and wondering how the hell I drew them.
Anyway, that is a nice sort of dream for any artist to have.
Here is something from my sketchbook from last night, which I drew even though I was tired and irritable and didn’t want to draw anything at all. I’d had a headache constantly for about three days (no kidding) and it had finally abated. I sketched. Later Jen came over with an extremely small chihuahua puppy, and we cuddled it, and then she left and I baked bran muffins at about 11:30pm.
Oh, and check it… my tiny moleskine sketchbook is almost full, and when it’s done, I get a bigger one. I’m excited. =)
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