The Procrastinator- Dream Stealer
This is a 12″ x 36″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE
So this painting goes back to the beginning of the year. I was at a James Murdoch concert and as the second set started I had this image come into my head. There was nothing in particular that triggered that vision but there it was right in front of me. A fully formed vision of a painting thrown in to my lap in a split second.
I had to paint it. I was consumed by it.
I went out and bought the right size stretcher.
I took a photo of Imogen.
I searched the internet for good reference photos of birds.
I drew it out.
And then, I left it. It was a pretty technical and detailed painting. Not as fun to paint as some. I’d get to it later.
“OK, divine giver of painting ideas, I am ready for another …inspire me again. Give another one of those light bulb type visions”.
Hmmm. Maybe that divine giver of painting ideas was a little annoyed at me. Maybe he felt like he just gave me a pretty sweet idea and I had not even finished it before asking him for more. Maybe he didn’t like that.
So I have been working for the last 6 months but it has been a struggle. I have all sorts of ideas and have started paintings but I’ve been putting them off. Casting them to the side. Promising to come back and see them through at some stage.
Initially this painting was going to be called The Trap, which kind of made me uncomfortable because it was really sinister , but then that little bird on her hand had something to say. I just could not shut him up or shut his mouth up and it totally changed the dynamics of the painting. It was like he was pleading his case for all of those trapped birds.
“You really can’t do this”, he was saying “this kind of behavior just really isn’t acceptable”.
But what did these tangled birds represent for me? Dreams of course. Trapped dreams. She was a dream catcher? A dream keeper? No, she was a dream stealer. She was stealing dreams.
But whose dreams?
Then it all made sense to me. She was stealing her own dreams.
Just like me, by procrastinating, I was stalling my dreams. I was stealing them away and trying to keep them for later , hoping more dreams would come.
Am I ever glad that little bird gave me a talking to.
What floors me is that the divine giver of inspiration knew what this painting was about before I even procrastinated about it.
So, I am cultivating all the dreams I have lying around my studio. “Circus Dogs” was one, I had that idea ages ago but never acted on it.