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I had a dream that I was there and you were there, too. Or was it you? I actually have no idea who it was. I hope it was you. It is hard for me to remember because the few times that I've actually gotten to walk through that world have been very detailed and filled with content but I'm always left confused and unable to conjure any real memories of it afterwards.
What I do remember is that I was with someone else. They were following behind me as we sneaked through the dark woods. I felt a strong desire to turn around and to see the face of this friend but for some reason I knew I shouldn't. I wish I would have anyways, but that may have changed things.
We climbed through the damp boulder field that lined the forest floor where buttercups and mushroom caps folded under our cold feet. Traveling like this was slow but we were both a little tired anyways so the slow pace was needed. Enticed by the softness of a huge moss bed cupped within the toes of a big tree, I lay down and let my hurting feet rest. I soon realized that this was the softest bed I had ever felt and as soon as my weight was fully settled on the green mattress it bid me sink deeper. This place felt strange. I looked down at my feet which still felt cold and realized with a start that my toes were claws and that this place was changing me. Or was it revealing who I really was? (like peeling off the many skins of an onion to reveal the heart in the middle). Did you have claws too? I couldn't see you as you were still wandering around somewhere else and my head was too heavy to lift from the moss.
I then felt frightened. What if you saw my claws and disapproved?
What I do remember is that I was with someone else. They were following behind me as we sneaked through the dark woods. I felt a strong desire to turn around and to see the face of this friend but for some reason I knew I shouldn't. I wish I would have anyways, but that may have changed things.
We climbed through the damp boulder field that lined the forest floor where buttercups and mushroom caps folded under our cold feet. Traveling like this was slow but we were both a little tired anyways so the slow pace was needed. Enticed by the softness of a huge moss bed cupped within the toes of a big tree, I lay down and let my hurting feet rest. I soon realized that this was the softest bed I had ever felt and as soon as my weight was fully settled on the green mattress it bid me sink deeper. This place felt strange. I looked down at my feet which still felt cold and realized with a start that my toes were claws and that this place was changing me. Or was it revealing who I really was? (like peeling off the many skins of an onion to reveal the heart in the middle). Did you have claws too? I couldn't see you as you were still wandering around somewhere else and my head was too heavy to lift from the moss.
I then felt frightened. What if you saw my claws and disapproved?
Hello again.
Hello again, my friends. I am not sure who is still here or who is not.. who pays attention to this little page if anyone at all. I hope you are all doing well regardless and that your art practice is continuing to enrich your life and blossom.
For anyone who might be listening, I would like to announce that until August 6th you can get 25% off my entire online shop. That means framed originals and prints alike (prints are only $15!) http://mypaperdaydreams.etsy.com
Whether you support me through my shop or not, let me know how you are doing and what you are up to! I would like to reconnect.
Steph
Print Giveaway:
Congratulations to MayamitY (https://www.deviantart.com/mayamity) for winning a print of "A Secret Place"!
Deviantart friends, stay tuned for more fun giveaways on my blog: http://mypaperdaydreams.blogspot.com/
Have a lovely Sunday, friends.
Print Giveaway:
You could win a free print! I'm giving away a print of "A Secret Place" on April 20th. The piece is shown in my "Featured Deviation" feed, or you can see it here: http://stephholmes.deviantart.com/art/A-Secret-Place-280745922
All you have to do is to leave a comment on my blog entry here: http://mypaperdaydreams.blogspot.com/2013/04/springtime-print-giveaway.html
Good luck!! :blowkiss:
A Question and $15 Prints.
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That's an interesting dream indeed. Following it's own rules but actually less like an interactive action or story dream and more like the emotional, non-linear dreams of the stressed and confused. and yet.
More than that I like the twist you put on the telling of it. This should have been a journal first, as it is, so that the reality of it sinks in and it's a personal invitation to a world where there just might be shared dreaming, (a belief I often briefly sustain immediately upon waking, and my dream born NPCs often tell me that I'm dreaming and that there is something real about the dream. ... now that I think of it {and still in parenthesis} I wonder if NPC is a valid term since to one degree or another even the backgrounds and "props" in my dreams are performed by myself...) but then should probably become a deviation so that it can be appreciated for the bit of storytelling it is.
It wasn't me, or at least I don't believe so, I rarely dream of forests unless they are indoors or growing out of cities. I often, however, am clawed and while I might judge a bit, I would not disapprove.
Your voice has taken on a quality that used to live mostly in your painting, a quality that we modern types often mistake for fairy-tale or mystic, but is actually a wistful and language oiled expression of private perspective and it's really cool.
More than that I like the twist you put on the telling of it. This should have been a journal first, as it is, so that the reality of it sinks in and it's a personal invitation to a world where there just might be shared dreaming, (a belief I often briefly sustain immediately upon waking, and my dream born NPCs often tell me that I'm dreaming and that there is something real about the dream. ... now that I think of it {and still in parenthesis} I wonder if NPC is a valid term since to one degree or another even the backgrounds and "props" in my dreams are performed by myself...) but then should probably become a deviation so that it can be appreciated for the bit of storytelling it is.
It wasn't me, or at least I don't believe so, I rarely dream of forests unless they are indoors or growing out of cities. I often, however, am clawed and while I might judge a bit, I would not disapprove.
Your voice has taken on a quality that used to live mostly in your painting, a quality that we modern types often mistake for fairy-tale or mystic, but is actually a wistful and language oiled expression of private perspective and it's really cool.