As I get older, I'm starting to increasingly wonder if the collective memories of my dreams at night are just as real as the memories of my daily life? I spend so much of my time immersed in my own daydreams during the day, and I know full well how they affect my life.
They shape everything I do...
I'm a believer in the power of thought forms... Dream it, think it, explore the idea and make it real.
Jess planted this particular seed in my head a year and a half ago. I'm not sure what was running through her mind, but the idea I took away was about expressive simplicity and it seeped into my "middle of the night thoughts." Laying in bed, making simple forms using a heavily grogged body, cut apart, altered, and reassembled. Fired with minimal glaze.
I'm not exactly a less is more person, so for this round its about building layers. I can dial it back as my process falls into place, but I really need to back off on the busyness... Explore the idea of building a harmonious complexity...
and still keep it simple...
its about the flowers, not overwhelming them.
Dreams...
