It’s wonderful to be a part of a group of ladies that meets and does art together twice a month. I’m so appreciative of Sooz and the ladies in Nipomo. Their encouragement and wisdom always leave me recharged and inspired. I hope to be as cool as they are when I’m their age.
I worked on a doodle of my dream for a new diorama at this week’s art group. When I sleep, I catch glimpses of scenes in a magical world, and while I don’t know these critters’ stories, they live the most colorful life with enchanted natural scenery. It’s like I peek thru a hole and catch a moment in their time.
In my dream, there was a meadow bursting with painted flowers and surrounded by a wall of heavy wood. A purple bunny with a stitched patch on one eye stood among the wispy grass. It was standing, with a net which made me think it was catching flying insects. I noticed tiny fuzzy balls shooting out of the flowers like bullets rising high, reaching a maximum height, and falling back to the earth. On decent, the ball would uncurl, and translucent wings snapped out like a parachute and then fluttered away. Not all the balls opened as they were launched too early, so the bunny waited to save any unopened balls from smashing into the ground below.