In the dream Stephanie Seymour and her husband Peter Brandt where walking through our house before going out to dinner with my wife and myself.
They noticed the paintings I had up and both nodded. Before we entered the elevator (in my house? remember it's a dream) I asked them what they were thinking.
Peter said, "They're beautiful. I like the cheeky, beautiful ones more than the boring beautiful ones."
I said, "which ones are the cheeky ones? I have cheeky art ideas, but didn't think they ever made it to my paintings."
He pointed to two. On was like this
But was mostly warm colors, not cool and had little versions of the model, one on each of her shoulders. On the left it said BEFORE on the right it said AFTER.
The other was warm colors again, and had three images floating each above the other in vertical alignment. At the top was a woman's face, in the middle was a full figure of a man and I don't remember the bottom image.
For years I've been having recurring dreams where I meet Stephanie Seymour and I spend most of the dream searching for my business card.
A few weeks ago I had a dream where I handed her the business card shortly after meeting her.
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I woke up to my iPod playing Opiate by Tool, then Third Eye.
It's the version of Third Eye with the Timothy Leary quotes, not the Bill Hicks quotes.
Here's what I heard:
"Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities — the political, the religious, the educational authorities — who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing — forming in our minds — their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable open-mindedness, chaotic, confused vulnerability to inform yourself."
A quick search to find that quote when writing this entry put in front of this Leary quote first:
"...chaos is basically good. Relax. Surf the waves of chaos and learn how to redesign your own realities. Sit back. Flow. Open your eyes. Turn off your minds. Unfocus, and let the waves of chaos roll over your brain. Float. Drift, Zoom. Design. Create new order, your order, your style from chaos.
Yes. Yes. Chaos. Yes, yes, chaos . . ."
Some people don't use watercolor because they find it to hard to control. That's exactly why i like it. It's about more than me. I'm only responsible/can-take-credit-for part of the results. But it's also a dance/agreement between order and chaos. Between what I can and can't control. The brush I use and the physics of water and pigment and cotton and gravity and humidity and atmosphere, driven by my/our consciousness.
My opinion is that these things don't come through in my paintings much. But I don't think it's a big deal.
I think what does come across is a blend of colors and emotions. My goal is to capture sentiment that is hard to express any other way.
I have been recently considering the upside/downside of using oils. These thoughts today point in the direction of sticking with watercolors ...
running out of steam.
more later
Oh and: it would make sense to paint now. I have a bachelor party to go to. I will sketch on the train ride over to Philly. I do plan to paint tomorrow. Tune in to find out how that goes ...
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