Yesterday morning I woke from an incredibly vivid dream of flying over a lush rainforest, towards a gorge. I flew over and into the gorge, under a natural bridge formation created by the collapse of a cave and down to land on the bank of the river below. But the bank was crowded with totem poles and huge wooden hands, the fingers of each having been carved and decorated like the totem poles. I clearly remember the feeling of being dwarfed as I sank down between the monumental wooden fingers and amazed by their scale and decoration. I also very clearly remember that there was a haziness and humidity down amongst all that carved wood; between evaporating river and a nearby waterfall, it was hard to see and hard to breathe.
The dream was so clear to me that I wanted to draw an image from it straight away, This was the result.
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| Image from a dream: Caran D'ache and pencil on cartridge paper. |
The dream is still quite clear in my mind so I hope that there will be more sketches to come.
