Live long. Peace and transcendence. It’s one of two in series I’m working on. I want to paint three more in this style. It has certain colors and a vibe i feel personally. Too me, it’s about another dimension or something like that.
Live long. Peace and transcendence. It’s one of two in series I’m working on. I want to paint three more in this style. It has certain colors and a vibe i feel personally. Too me, it’s about another dimension or something like that.
I request that you keep sharing. The three I’ve seen have all been wonderfully evocative, though I’m no art expert by any means.
Love the surrealistic, almost whimsical style you seem to employ. Really stoked the fires of despair and hopelessness in me, but also relief at knowing there’s an end that awaits all of us, together or apart. And the spectacular beauty of it all.
This sounds crazy. I’m pretty sure we just immediately end up in another reality. Unaware of the previous. The growth remains, and the other side of the coin remains. Science is doing a lot of research regarding. Even the mainstream agrees that many dimensions exist. Some don’t, but not many. I had a dream. Mirror. Turned into flesh and blood one morning. Mirrors. More than meets the eyes. I’ll share those illustrations sometime. There’s a method. But, yeah, I’ll post more then! Thank you! OK, I sounded like a nut. I apologize. I hope what I said isn’t against the rules of so. I’ll delete it and never speak of such things again.
Doesn’t sound crazy. Some of us (like yourself, and me to a lesser extent) have to probe at the boundaries of our reality. Dreams, I think, are one way that we do that; probing at reality with the tools we have available to us. Art captures those moments, sometimes. Or so I think lmao, I’m merely an art enjoyer
That said, I have strange dreams too. Reminds me of a spiral tower I dreamt of once, made of glass or crystal.
I look forward to seeing more of your works!
Mine was a shave in the mirror in a dream. The familiarity started to catch on and me and my reflection and I had a moment in which I realized I was dreaming. The mirror did something. My vision expanded. The bathroom became solid and detailed. I was feeling grit on the floor. Checking the drawers. I tried to calm myself and control my surroundings. Nothing happened. Then I started rubbing the veins on my arms. It was skin, just like reality. I woke myself up briefly to make sure I could tell the difference between the awake and asleep. I was happy because the grogginess gave me a clear distinction. I’m not sure why It scared me or how I would of gotten stuck if I was in my bed then I should know. Somehow I felt I knew what happens when you die. I was afraid of dimensions or something
The boundary between dreams and reality might be thinner than we realize, perhaps? Because I’ve had an oddly similar experience, though with sleep paralysis involved. Kept waking up over and over, kept running to the bathroom mirror to see if I was still dreaming.
I actually don’t know if I escaped that lmao. For all I know, I could still be trapped in a waking cycle.
…man it’d have been terrifying if I actually did wake up just then