Dreams

I have been thinking a lot about my mom lately, which is better than shutting it out of my mind.

I think by avoiding thinking about my mom's passing, I was blocking a lot of other things from my mind, too...



Over the weekend I made a few things in my sketchbook.

I drew a face (that I copied from a fashion magazine ) in water soluble crayon, then put an ink wash over it.

I was very happy with the result.

Anything is better than nothing!


I also made some collages in my sketchbook about some dreams I had.

I had a dream I went to Disneyland.
My new shoes made my feet hurt, so I took them off and left them by the entrance.
I walked halfway around the park and regretted leaving my shoes where I couldn't see them.
I went back to get them and found many, many pairs of shoes, all belonging to me.
There was one pair of ugly brown work shoes, and I ordered them to be thrown away.
My co-worker said, "but they're still good."
I realized it was wrong to throw them away, so I gave those shoes to her.


I made a collage about shoes.

Mostly I used pictures of work shoes from a catalog.

In the middle of that, I put some brown shoes.


I covered everything with a little black paint, because that was how I was feeling.

I mixed the black paint with matte medium to thin it a little, but I used too much black paint!

Everything turned into a muddled blob.


I had another dream that my mom was dancing at a church festival.

She used to like to dance, but my dad couldn't dance, so they never went out much.


I found a picture of random 50's people dancing in an old magazine, and made a collage based on that.


First for a background, I laid out strips of paper with different text on it:

I had some translucent paper from Daiso:

I used strips of that to add a little color on top of the text:

The picture of the dancers was discolored so I used colors in the tracing paper to go with that.