I dream that
my soul returns from the underworld. I am at my parents’ house. The Black Dog
returns but this time he has some semi-translucent fly/butterfly wings. I say
that I am going to check his micro-chip.
It is the
middle of summer, but it snows heavily. My neighbour is outside doing
something. Eventually I go out to see what he is doing. He has cleared all the
snow from my parents’ garden. It looks like it hasn’t snowed at all. I ask him
where my sister is and he says she has gone camping with a friend. I say, “They
will freeze their arses off.”
The dream
was made up of the day’s residues. I had an e-mail asking me to check the
information on my cat’s micro-chip. I have been drawing fly and butterfly
wings. I was listening to The Cure and the last track was The Caterpillar, “The
day I stall is the day you change and fly away from me.”
The dream
seems to express worry that my creative episode will not last long. My soul returns in benign form with delicate wings.
He is likely to fly away again so I check his micro-chip in case he gets lost.
Despite his return it snows heavily but my neighbour clears the snow around the
house, so it looks like it hasn’t snowed. I always associate snow with
depression, a blanket of silence. I know it's still snowing as I am really
worried about my sister camping out in it. It is as though I am in a clearing
in the snow. Perhaps the answer is not to stall, to keep up the momentum?
After
several weeks of making art, I have stalled. I knew this was inevitable. I
tried to draw a cherry in the copy book but gave up as it simply wasn’t
happening. I got a sweet potato out to draw, looked at it and put it away. Too
much like hard work! The problem is that I have burnt myself out with weeks of
non-stop drawing. Rather than pace myself, I try to get as much done as
possible whilst the impetus is there. I then run out of steam. Keeping momentum
going is not the answer, pacing myself is.
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