Category: COLORING BOOK #D–pillowing fountains
inspired by the dramatic illogic and unreality – but familiarity and personal experience – of dreams. where one drawing ends (the points at the right edge of the page) another begins… not necessarily having a connection other than a black line or two. an exquisite corpse of sleep. enjoy.
hour 7: failing beautifully, our superhero takes a trippy dip.
hour 6: my dream inbox holds an emailed butterfly?
hour 5: the jazz-bird aftermath.
hour 4: if you see a hole, take it.
hour 3: wait, space smells pretty?
hour 2: to spit, to drip, to fly.
hour 1: rejected by chronicle, accepted by the internet, viewed by the universe.
You ever have those dreams where one thing leads to another and there seems to be no logical connection? The settings, characters and situations wander. Juxtapositions are random and dramatic. Tangents upon tangents are taken and nothing makes sense. Physics, reality, memory, experience, and time are not working the way they’re supposed to. Even colors…. am I color blind?
Oh, gravity!
Everything feels serious and funny! And then, without reason, you wake up….
A li t t l e w o b b l y .
An exquisite corpse.
my dreams come in a box, unfold, have two sides, and colors on the back.
