Spring Fury, now for sale
I am a student of my dreams. But I have to live in the day.
My dreams can be of survival, a grim testing of my wits and tenacity against foes seen and unseen. The invisible ones are the worst, they will eventually take form, and the dread of how and why is a prolonged sweaty fear.
So in the day I take care of my dream life, out where I can legitimately handle the plot line and prepare for contingencies.
A riot of color on the paper, a fresh purple field of iris, with shadows of red lily, a hint of daffodil. I combat the shadows with thalo blue and thalo green hues and the shadows are conquered. With my brush I am the storyteller. I subdue and call forth at will. In the daylight while I am vertical and have a voice I can hear. Where there is no need to scream.
This is what art can do. I can alter a dream, yet learn from its insecurity and vulnerability. This is Spring Fury. Beauty with a bite. Flowerful rebellion against the dying of the light.
Heidi
To purchase or inquire, call (360) 771-3160 or email traumacoach@gmail.com.
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