Dream

I paint from memory. Sometimes that provokes me. Where did the image come from? When I am working on my series or themes, I am swimming in familiar waters and new images make sense. They fit in.

At the end of some painting days there is paint left on the palette. I often use it as underpainting for the next piece in the series. Last week, I used these leftover paints to work without a conscious plan. But, very soon, it became apparent that I was painting something I had seen, something I recognize. I feel very strongly that this was dreamed a couple of months ago when I was up in Gualala. Magic light at night out on Gualala point. And something else.