Some days - I begin with a dream.
I hope. I wish. I imagine.
In my mind - I paint a winter wonderland. Falling snow - soft...heavy..thick. Trees - stripped naked and bare. An intimate landscape. A magical scene.
I pull out my crayons and markers and paints...my scissors and glue. There are so many possibilities...so many colors...all with which I might create. My imagination.
The cursor is blinking..the page is blank..the canvas that awaits - is nothing but empty. White.
I look. I see. I play. I look one more time and again. The dreamings and imaginings begin. The canvas takes on a shape...a form..a rhythm..and a rhyme.
Not a lot of color. Not a lot of light. The scene I'm wishing today - is in shades of mostly greys and all whites. Another day of winter.
Some days - I begin with a dream.
I seek it out. I imagine it. I hope and wish for it. I paint it. And then - I make that dream my life.