I painted some basic forms of people on a white, medium textured interior wall:  red and orange t-shirt, blue t-shirt, plain brown pants, round faces without features to distinguish them from one another.  I considered what to add next, when one somehow spoke.

“If you don’t finish this part here,” the form in the red and orange shirt said gently, pointing to a large portion of its face where the white wall showed through, “I won’t be able to see what I’m doing.  Even if you paint an eye here, it will fall out because this part is missing.” It gestured to where a cheekbone and facial structure belonged.  The others nodded their heads, but without mouths, they could not speak.  I raised my paintbrush to do what they asked, but I woke up.  The dream was so vivid I tried to shake it off, but I fell back to sleep.

“I’d like to make something,” the form said, “but my hands are too flat, they are like paper.  I can’t pick anything up, see?  If you add some shadow right here,” it showed me the pinky-finger sides of its hands, “ I would have more dimension and mass here in this place.  I could make things while you are away.”  I woke up again, and against my will I could not fall asleep again for a very long time, because I kept thinking of what Paint Man had said.

I have been away from my own art for a few weeks because of various things we all need to do to keep kibble in the dog’s bowl, and hot water in the shower.  But the past few days I have been completing small studio tasks, deciding how best to structure focus on my work.  It isn’t true that artists can only work when they are inspired, but it sure makes things easier.


Thanks for your help, Paint Man.  See you around.


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