I seem to have been absent for such a long time, even longer than the time it has taken my poor mother to finally activate her typekey account) (speaking of dreams, it was a waking nightmare!)...........but this is sure to make her smile.
So, i thought i might prattle on about dreams for a while, my own dreams, their connection to my art. Not dreams in general, of course, that would take a couple of weeks at the most!
My dreams are either astoundingly terrifying or astoundingly weird. There is no real in-between. Occasionally they are quite beautiful, but for some reason, the beautiful, pleasurable dreams seem to fragment and dissolve upon waking, with much more frequency than the bad dreams do. I find this to be rather typical, really; perhaps fear leaves a more permanent impression, bah!
In many ways i am at a loss to even attempt an explanation, the connections are so ambiguous (god! how that word reminds me of art theory), so ridiculously mystifying that i will probably have a hard time making any sense whatsoever, but i like to punish myself, so here goes....I will do it with pictures.
I can't exactly explain why this image has a connection to my dreams, but it does illustrate where i am coming from when i try to express the feeling which accompanies them.
Something wildly evocative yet mysterious. Reality tinged with unreality. Something never truly fixed or decipherable. I usually refer to this as a sort of 'alchemy', but not this type of alchemy, just my own weird, unfathomable amalgamations in two dimensional form.
I love to play with the subject material of dreams; much of the imagery in my poems, daydreams and artworks is certainly a derivative, and not always pretty! That would just be wishful thinking, surely.
This particular picture is more concerned with the way i choose to interpret dreams, rather than an illustration of a dream. I have this strange habit of transforming the dark into something more palatable, ethereal, stories of unease into pretty little fairytales............and then again, if you consider this and this, you might come to the conclusion that i don't have too big a problem with the representation of darker subject material on its own terms at all.
(I had a long and hideous phase of dreams involving poltergeists. This image wrapped them up quite nicely indeed, and still has the power to freak me out)
Which dreamed it?
And yet it reminds me so much of Laura Palmer and Twin Peaks that i can't quite see beyond this now, back to my original concept. (yes, i can actually make myself small enough to fit inside of a dollshouse, it just takes a bit of practice, you know)
This is the closest i have gotten to actually making a direct rendition of a dream in pixels.
But which one of me is actually dreaming?
I do get the impression that the right 'me' is the stronger, the left being the more passive. Perhaps this is a sign that i need to learn how to take more control over my dreams, lucidly speaking:) .....but that would take the fun out of some dreams altogether, methinks.
I'm waffling again, i apologise.
Portrait Alice: The Madhatter
I love this picture, it is probably my favourite image from the portrait Alice set altogether.
You see, this time it is the Madhatter who has become the diminutive one, poor little thing (i adore reversals!)
Perhaps Alice introduced something ever-so-potent into his afternoon tea...(you will find that he is actually carrying an empty mug if you look closely enough).....a bit of a turn-around, i know, but i did actually dream this, in all honesty, except that I was the one sitting upon the table. I had been reading this at the time, so i suppose it makes sense.....if you think about it.
A small list of dream influenced motifs that seem to recur in my work:
Desert (thankyou Bryce!)
Floatiness (see suki in the sky for a good example)
Deserted buildings (Don't be tempted to analyse this one, it gives me the fear)
Rabbits (just in case you hadn't noticed)
I appear to have a strange interest in Top Hats.
Also, i cannot resist the urge to share my unadulterated joy after having purchased these two images today ( i feel that they truly belong to this present theme) -
Both images are by the frighteningly gifted ohmycavalier
I'm so taken with this work that i can't find the right words to express it addequately. To be speechless is often quite the compliment:)
I also love this by missplum (look at those beady eyes!)
and this by sarahblank (more for my book of dreams..)
I have a sneaky feeling that this post might turn out to be a little on the fragmented side, because i have become distracted by the singing of several top-hatted tomcats outside, performing a midnight rendition of 'Macbeth', Roman Polanski style......(one of my favourite films, actually)!
I'm extremely sorry if i make no sense whatsoever:))
I shall leave you with this...........
`Now, Kitty, let's consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a serious question, my dear, and you should not go on licking your paw like that--as if Dinah hadn't washed you this morning! You see, Kitty, it must have been either me or the Red King. He was part of my dream, of course--but then I was part of his dream, too! Was it the Red King, Kitty? You were his wife, my dear, so you ought to know--Oh, Kitty, do help to settle it! I'm sure your paw can wait!' But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn't heard the question.
Which do you think it was?'