ORIGINAL BLISS: Image Transfers

September 17, 2010

Image Transfers

I had this dream.

It lasted all night.

I was creating image transfers;

finding images of families, of couples, of dancers, of beautiful people. Some of them were in settings of nature, some at parties, some alone and thoughtful.

I layered them with my brush of gel medium.

One coat.

Another.

Then another.

Until they were frozen in that time and place.

Then I bathed them in a pool of warm water, loosening them from the setting that they had grown comfortable in.

I methodically peeled the setting away from my chosen one.

I trimmed away the remnants of that other place, sometimes removing the people they had been with, then I lay them in a new setting... maybe alone, maybe with new people.

In my dream, I did this over and over, taking my subjects from one life and placing them in another. Did I think the life I created for them was better? Did I ask if they minded?

One of the images before me was a movie. The people were speaking to each other. It wasn't a happy conversation, some kind of dissatisfaction and dissonance. But the woman was beautiful in her anger... powerful... she deserved a better place, one with more harmony.

I layered her with my brush of gel medium. She was like a fly caught in a web. Once captured, I bathed her in my warm pool and extricated her from the discord.

"Where are you taking me," she asked.

"To a better place," I replied.

"But I wasn't done with that other place yet."