Light as a Medium.

I had two abstract episodic dreams, the night before about writing and this one on painting. TI spent the day before reading Setphen King's On Writing and yesterday painting Alden's picture walking the dogs. The first was nearly impossible to describe. I was “painting” characters with the Wacom pen on the tabled, but words were coming out representing particular characters, some were better developed than others based on my skill and some elusive element -more on that later. The second dream took place in the same beige/raw umber background, but this time I was painting portraits with soft light as a medium. The characters I fussed over were obviously inferior to the ones that loaded with paint and brushstrokes.

I made the connection as soon as I woke up, both dreams were about painting with light, letting characters gradually emerge from the shadows with a gentle light, allowing round edges to fade into the darkness. For writing this means allowing some mystery to cloud a person's aspects, not showing too much as an illustrator would, but letting the reader fill in the rest with the gentle light of imagination.

I'm sure there is a greater spiritual meaning about painting and writing with light instead of paint and words. In crafting a world, the medium should fade away, not get in the way. If reality was poorly crafted with verbose sentences and sloppy brushstrokes we'd all be in nirvana and existence would collapse.

I've mentioned the word "letting" many times in this entry, that says a lot about my overbearing creativity, I'm a control freak. Skill can only bring me so far then I have to let it go and let art take a life of its own. Its the same as the pursuit of power through magick, the greater the attainment, the more you lose the ego. The ultimate attainment is Godhood, at that level the work of art is existence itself with infinite possibilities.

So the moral of the story is: Even God lets go and creation flourishes in the gentle light of the Sun, why should I be any different?