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March 4, 2014
Today, I broke out my old oil paints and luxuriated in uninterrupted time, painting an image that came to me in a dream. So fulfilling to follow through with a commanded whisper from the psyche. I've not painted in oils for 10 years. And for me, nothing else is quite as worthwhile. The dream was of an inability to communicate with my sister. I was there in front of her, trying, and she was fascinated by what I was wearing; a golden silk blouse. The painting is of the blouse, with my head cropped off the canvas. Dreams tell all.