We don’t have places like this in Boston.

This is what I remember form my dream the other night. I was standing on a bridge with a few people fishing on either side pulling up colorful fish after fish. The sky was grey and purple… the trees were that bright green of early summer. And the buildings around us, we were in a city where white and grey… old and stained. But the colors of the fish, and turquoise water and the trees were so saturated. I thought we don’t have anything like this in Boston. And that’s all that I remember!...

But I was painting this at the time I had the dream and I think it influenced my landscape.



The words were peacock, tent, stormy, drinking, and glamour.

Things I like about this piece:

That middle tree, the expression on the peacock with its head down, the color of the sky.

Things I don’t like about this piece:

Her mouth, the rainbow quality to the color, I should have made the tent darker or lighter.

Now I have start my Christmas card. Which is scaring my right now. I have some ideas but nothing solid yet. In a fit of despair I looked for inspiration in the one place I knew would enchant me. My big book of Jim Henson. Somewhere in the middle there are pictures of the Jim Henson Christmas cards through the years. Many simple, others elegant, others warm. 20 years from now I want to have a collection of card half so impressive. Which means I have to get started on this. Sigh… why is it so hard to get started?

Oh blank page I’m coming for you.