Sometimes all I need is my favourite pad and 0.1 fine pen to lay my mind off to worldly things, to dance away with my make-believe creatures. The above photo is just a part of the unfinished illustration which I plan to finish hopefully tomorrow night.
I am a vivid dreamer and about 99% of my dreams I remember. The minute I wake up, my mind adjusts back to reality as the dream scenes comes to me in backwards. It used to be a habit, a practice that I mastered until one day and onwards, the remembering comes out naturally.
The hardest part of dreaming is feeling every bit of you is AWAKE. You feel the water rushing in your body, you feel the little waves on your feet, you feel your body explode - in slow motion - literally, your knees ache of running, you feel the weight of your body when you fly, you smell damp morning soil on your bare feet, you feel the clothes your on, you can see veins when you hold hands.
I don't mind dreaming really because it's mostly kind of amusing. But the latest morning dream I had is tormenting me. The most vivid yet, the most tragic, and the most cried out after-effect I've experienced. It was soul-draining.
With that I would like to call out to Morpheus to leave me for a while. At least let me have a good dreamless sleep tonight.
This is what I'm planning to do with MEGA. I'm going to make a cute naughty little girl-MEGA out of it bathing in ice cream. Sweet eh?
I hope I can sculp this little guy's head. Husband tells me I should just stick to what I'm comfortable (in pens and paint) and stay safe. But I don't want to. Even if it's scary just thinking about the process - the mess and big oops that could happen especially that this is my first time to customize a vinyl designer toy - it draws me even more to explore new techniques and level up for the challenge. The first challenge though is getting that Magic Sculp!
I'm also going to sew her a onesie or jammies recycling my boys' baby clothes. Oh I can't wait!
Today, I saw him at MinD Arts Festival in a glass box, silently keeping it's awesomeness yet. I can only dream of holding him sooner. I have been sleepless, endlessly imagining what I could possibly do to make him unique and definitely "my creation". I thought of crazy wardrobes, sketching here and there, constant research. But then all I can do is wait. I hope when he comes I'd be as ready as ever.
These jellies are immortal. They are able to escape death by reverting back to their "baby" stage. And it has been reported that they are silently invading the oceans. Pretty amazing huh. In a matter of years, I bet scientists would tap their secret code and kind of inject it on humans. Now that would be creepy.
I don't care if the story or plot or characters are predictable. I simply enjoyed it in yummy 3D nonetheless.
Besides being so delighted with all the wonders of the Underland and the madness of the creatures, I am most stunned with the on-the-spot haute couture that Alice wore. She changed outfits 5 times! Her fragile pale structure made it more appealing - not that I prefer skinny and pale - I just think she's the right character for it.
I empathize for the grown up Alice beause I dream in full color every night like a delusional maniac too. Having said that, yes, I remember every bit of details of each dream. Except that I can't see my dream people in real life - thank God! I talk to them, make them understand they're not real and that they are just in my dream which of course made them more confused and once it even made the "Dream Queen" so upset that she ordered unimaginable chaos because I wasn't suppose to tell them that truth. I had been their enemy for weeks! But as Alice says "It's only a dream. Nothing can hurt me."
I can also dare things when dreaming, make bolder acts even if it means death. I mostly do heroic stunts because I know that nothing can hurt me because it's my dream and I can control it and I can always choose to wake up. I used to have a dream journal but... Maybe I should start one again.
I wonder what my Creative Mission is. What can I do creatively to make this world a better place? Sounds like a line from a song but that's been the question that's singing in my head every night before I go to bed. *Gosh it even rhymes.
I need to somehow connect the dots (projects, collaborations, etc.) and create a pattern of self-conciousness that would lead to a more meaningful end-product. Flashback to graduating from college I always knew I wanted to be part of a big advertising agency and make super ads that could move people and well, generally sell. But then, advertising seemed more like a show rather than the truth these days. Or maybe I haven't been into that side of the fence anymore.
My greater mission should be more than just being a good mother to my boys and a good wife to my one and only. I must do more so that when I die, I turn back into a faerie who smiles with pride from heaven.