In the last year I read a book called “My Dream of You”. I can’t exactly remember what the book was about, as I was reading several books around the same time. I have a bad habit of only collecting the information that strikes my heart and soul and the rest of it slips away. The “slips aways” go to a place that is similar to a laundry basket full of mending tasks that I have in my basement. I’ll notice them sooner or later.
However the important part of this post is “My Dream of You”. That title really grabbed me. It touched my heart, my soul, my psyche. I had meant to use the book’s pages, which are yellowed, to art collage. Somehow, I could not bear to cut up the pages especially the title on the top of each page. I never knew why it resonated so but it finally came to me this morning as I photographed a pile of art supplies laying on my counter top (that needed to be put away). The title popped in to my head and with it came a feeling of being enfolded in warmth and love. At once I was struck with the reality of living a dream. Thanks to the man in the upper right hand corner of the photograph , my honey Brent McFarland, I am able to live this dream. My days are spent in the forest, watching our chickens and feeding them, spending time with our puppy and creating art. (I do other things also, like dishes laundry, housework, yard work and things of that ilk but who needs to hear about that, right?) I was given this gift almost a year ago and I have learned about peace through art by studying meditation, art and mindfullness, time spent alone and with others of like mind and creating an art that changes daily. This art is the drug soothes my savage beast. Whenever I feel unsettled or out of sorts I turn to art to settle me. Thanks to art, I have no need to worry about side effects, drug interactions and the cost of drugs.
I’ll be seeing you later! I’m going to toss back a shot of canvas and a chaser of paint! Cheers!