Monday, November 16, 2009
I've been keeping a diary of visual images from my dreams each night, to use as inspiration for art. The seagulls with oversized vivid orange beaks in the previous post come from this diary. On another occasion I dreamed of ill-intentioned rats with speech bubbles, each containing a single word. I couldn't remember the words in the speech bubbles but I knew they were something nasty. So I combined some rat doodles with some textured backgrounds and some found objects, to produce these unpleasant yet curiously cathartic little artworks.
My dreams aren't full of unpleasant images. In the last few days I also dreamed of jigsaw puzzles and pieces, of a cave with a fire in it which was definitely a safe and welcoming place, a wolf (who was also a woman) and her two cubs, and a room in which one wall was covered with acoustic guitars. I also dreamed of my nephew wearing a hat which looked like a rolled-up condom. Don't ask me. I don't actually believe dreams "mean" anything. They're just random images your brain throws out. My brain produces a pretty normal mixture of pleasant, unpleasant and downright inexplicable images, just like everybody else's.