In Dreams

There is so much we don't understand about dreams. Some dreams we have are like technicolour movies, following a seemingly logical story-line and fairly easy to recall and describe upon awakening. Other dreams are so wispy and surreal. Tiny bits of them flash back the next day but only as an essence; a shape, colour, emotion. I wonder if we'll ever be able to patch into our dreams and record them.

The best we can do is to try, in our waking state, to interpret what our other-consciousness state experiences. The above image is my attempt to describe the fleeting aspects of the mind. It's done in oil glazes and gold-leaf.

I once had a dream which was so vivid it stayed in my mind for years. Finally I tried to capture its essence and this is how it came out. It's called Poppy-Doll Dream.
I made this as a wall-hanging. First I painted the images on a satin-like fabric using acrylic washes. Next I covered the painted fabric with a sheer fabric and, with some cotton sheeting on the back, I hand embroidered randomly using cotton thread and silver thread around the eyes. The silver thread is metallic and doesn't sit as well as I'd like, it tends to kink. There is probably some better-quality thread available. I must research this because I think I'm going to re-do the whole thing. In that respect this piece is quite dream-like; it keeps recurring.