Many of the paintings I do are remembrance of dream state experiences. A
world, while in it, that feels as real and vital as this one. There, we are able
to soar, or move invisibly, even breath underwater. There, we can go
into the future or return to the past. We can converse with our ancestors, we
can see our children grown. We can take risks we’d never undertake here.
We see objects and creatures that make no sense physically and although
They’re uncommon, they are also familiar.
There are in some parts of the universe, colors unknown and winds so
forceful you lie glued to the ground. This place is remote, still I go there
every night and I know that you probably do too. I’ve never met a person
who doesn’t dream. With the paintings I am attempting to depict the
essence of the events encountered that I can recall upon waking. It is an
exercise that inserts me into another state, neither fully here nor there. There
are three separate worlds for my senses. I feel fortunate to travel through life
this way.
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Dear Uba Owl,
I loved reading your blog entry. It is beautiful. I love dreams. My mother used to have my siblings and I tell one another our dreams during breakfast -- an effort to keep us quiet while our father was still sleeping. But it instilled in us the ability to not only recall our dreams, but to retell them. Each of us conveying our dreams like little cheerios floating in bowls of milky awakening. xoxo Ann
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