The Dream

So, I want to tell you about THE DREAM. Firstly, this all has to do with stamps. I love stamps, and have collected them for a really long time, and have longed to do cool art with them. Only, no cool art happened when I tried, only mediocre art.

So, THE DREAM. In early 2009, I dreamed that I was in an art gallery somewhere, and the walls were filled with these bright watercolor, pen and ink pieces of art, and they all had stamps in them, done in little squares. I loved them SO MUCH in my dream. I loved them so much in the dream that I went outside into an alley beside the gallery, and in the dream I sobbed, sobbed that I was not the person who had done these paintings. SO, the next day I woke up, and did a painting like the ones I had seen in my dream. The first one has all LOVE stamps in it, and I was so happy that I finally found something cool to do with stamps and art. I have not seen anything else like it, which I also love!

I adore old letters, cards, stamps. I have nearly every letter that has ever been written to me, and I always look through boxes of old post cards when I go to farmers markets or flea markets...I love ones from 1923, with the thin curly black fancy writing, and the stamp that was one cent...the post mark, and then I do more dreaming, about the person who wrote that card, who they were, where they were, what they were doing. I just love them.