Conceptual nightmare completes huge diptych


Dreams and nightmares are the royal road to the Unconscious, Freud said. I pretty much concur with our coke-snorting leader. I had a disturbing dream that had an epic quality and a conceptuality that defies definition. I will just define it’s parameters. “Home” was deep in a forest. I returned to find the Significant Other missing. Maybe too many horror movies or too many apocalyptic scenarios in the news lately….but there was a sense of loss. Dream morphed emotionally into nightmare as no one seemed to be reacting to the loss. I could not go into problem-solving mode. Strangely, even within the dream, I could see a parallel with work. Before I can do my thing, my much appreciated receptionist will essentially hand over my task : a referral, a patient, a time limit. My work involves the trigger of my receptionist preparing all the legwork and organisation, then literally I press a button and the glass door slides across. My work then starts. In the dream, I could not start problem-solving this sense of loss because….no one else in the dream seemed to hand the problem over to me. Disconcerting.

With the sun came relief from the strangeness of what looked to me like a grief / loss dream. This very large diptych could be finished (almost) as a paeon to the Sun.

The ghosts of the forest studio

Sometimes I don’t get a chance to visit my bush studio for weeks on end as I live in the city. When I do get there, it’s an interesting experience to follow a path in the forest to enter a roomy studio with familiar and large paintings that seem to be made by someone else. (Generally I feel most “good” artists are the best at opening themselves to that creativity that surrounds us.) So the bush studio feels like a  decaying and abandoned monument in a forest few people ever enter. This is how the place feels. Special to me at least. The meditation deck next to it adds to the atmosphere. Ghosts everywhere.



Primal Architecture


Architecture is the underlying structure of a building. The original plan. Painting is often the attempt to see the structure amidst the chaos and broken lines and the organic forms. The organicity of the green world of flora takes over buildings in apocalyptic visions. In this picture, the world of straight lines is being taken over the green world of organicity. The old architecture is losing. Is something more beautiful taking over? Perhaps a return to the primal world of endless forest?