Weird paintings cover a hill town in Africa, demanding I paint them when I wake.
Paintings on courage, flight... and defying tradition.
Bear lady, bare lady,
in (or out of) a bear suit...
I dreamed this was in our civic museum: a painting of the central
dynamo of our world finally erupting: the Businessman in Anguish.
a 2015 painting weaving seven dreams (2014/5/4, 6/9, 7/1 & 9/4; 2015/5/23, 6/26 & 8/25)
A portrait of Clotho, the Greek Fate who spins our life-threads, by a pool woven of my dreams from this time...
I no longer have the text of this dream, but its image anticipated and prepared me for my actual marriage...
1991: dream of a weird tower like a cantileved skeletal sculpture of a coyote, in San Francisco. Sketch it then forget it.
1993: experimenting with a paint program, I make a peculiar image. No idea it's from a dream...
2020: transcribing old journals, I find the dream-sketches. My nondream experiment... wasn't.
After I die, I join with others to catch the Devil, who's a bag full of bitter, angry souls. But
he infects some kids. To free the world of evil, we'd have to kill them. Making us evil...
CAUTION: FRUSTRATING AFTERLIFE
After our trip to Turkey, I dreamed I was dancing in
a heavy black robe like those the Turkish women wore...
A robed figure crowds a wild horse to a cliff-edge. One's my body, one's my soul. But which?...
Night thoughts. Are they eggs? Dreams? Worlds? Phases of the moon?
CAUTION: NEGATIVE BREASTS
In the field, a huge dog whose markings form the image of
a running horse. So who am I dreaming of? Horse or hound?
I might have been less cowed by the storm-face, if I'd seen it was made of little foxes just like me...
Early Euro and Indian art liked bilateral symmetry; old Japan liked careful asymmetry. I like self-similarity.
For me, the path to love is difficult, elusive, convoluted...
A huge white ovoid like a tethered cloud hangs over a city street. We enter it and search for the crew...
Clarisa Pinkola Estes (who runs with the wolves) was on the radio, and this popped out of my mouse...
A Himalayan peak boils with warring creatures, but a guru says "They're just your conflicts. Sit, watch..."
I'm a Japanese werefox, longing to reach the Isle of the Blest; but dare I swim for it?
A library shows me surrealist Jean Arp's sketchbook. One Eschery sketch with repeated focal points is hypnotic.
But they also show me his lunch, and I try to eat it! I fail. Head & gut disagree. Stuck Arp-way...
CAUTION: NEVER EAT 12-YEAR-OLD SUSHI
I met a woman whose art (and her love for the Earth) inspired me to start a series of paintings with creatures hidden in landscapes...
Just a witchmas card spreading love and paganism to all, and to all a good night...
A mad experiment one night in Micrography, with a midnight rant for scripture and my girlfriend for God...
CAUTION: BLASPHEMY OF SOME KIND OR OTHER
by Jenny Badger Sultan; 14 dreams (mostly Jan-Mar 2011) painted on one canvas
A dream urged me to paint a big landscape with cutout movable (magnetic) dream figures
and liftable flaps revealing hidden dream scenes...
Sexual beauty scares me--how I'm affected--how vulnerable I am. An irresistable pheromone...
CAUTION: SEXUAL THEME
A misty day in San Francisco's Presidio, where migrant pegasii graze on pine-tips and shadow witches nest...
What if comics panels and layouts weren't so square? I try triangles,
pentagons, hexagons, circles, spirals--and some serious stuff pops out...
CAUTION: IDEAS, OCCASIONAL NUDITY, MENTIONS ABUSE
The child who runs with wild horses finds the secret spy-room of dreams! But no one's watching...
At a museum, a weird art project shows me how observing and documenting life
in art can improve that life--just from being taken seriously...
A huge spiral nautilus needs healing; its coils are coming undone, and if it dies, all on earth may die with it...
Alone in my blue room, I heard sax music. Two sunbathers were jamming outside my window...
CAUTION: SEX AND SAX
I dreamed I was drowning in the Sea of Time, where dragons asked me questions.
Painful questions...
First a lone image on waking, of a woman cradling a skeleton; ten days later,
a nightmare of spiders swarming out of my toilet, covering me...
I squabble with my body so much! But now & then, in orgasm, we dissolve into stars and become...
CAUTION: SEX POETRY
DREAM: I was a cheetah seeking a book of cheetah rolemodels, but this specist librarian harassed me...
PAINTING: months later, dream forgotten, I painted myself as an intellectual cheetah stretching...
A lipstick poem for that stickiest of holidays...
Maybe the web like a shining dove will lead me from my lonely cave
into the light. The glaring light... Wait! That can't be right!
CAUTION: SEPIA HALFTONE NUDITY
After teaching a class on color, I had a series of vivid dreams
about color, and tried fusing them into one painting...
It's true: after death, angels advise you where to go next.
But what if you get an over-eager travel agent?