Dinca: Surveying Art and Culture

Blue Mountains

not unlike my dream

Last night, I dreamt that my back was a painting of a blue mountain range, not unlike the shittily-photoshopped illustration above, but more Matisse-like, geometric and only blue and white. Red swarms began to infect the mountaintops, which caused my back physical pain. My wife started rubbing the canvas and the red swarms would dissipate in the spot she was rubbing, and the pain would go away, so I directed her where the swarms were.

I also had a dream I made an abstract painting with one color– maroon/blood– and it was totally abstract at first; then I began to see skulls in the abstraction, so I titled it “Skulls”.

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