Tuesday, April 14, 2009

WHEN WE WERE 24 and 58 / WHEN I WAS 59

When we were 24, I saw this in a dream:

A year ago yesterday I said goodbye to R.
Yesterday this flower bloomed:

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)


R.L. Bourges said...

am: I seem to recall the blooming of another flower related to R, at an earlier point, am I right?

I like the drawing of the dream; I see it both as many stories and as a backdrop to a play in which the different part of the story come to life.

I like the excerpt, too. Us humans are pretty hard on ourselves, aren't we?


am said...

R.L. -- Yes to both questions (-:

Dale said...


Anonymous said...

very interesting to see the dream illustrated. and the white space, and the corner. lots to consider. so often i think of the narrative of the dream and not the image. kjm

am said...

kjm -- It's been awhile since I tried to draw something I saw in a dream. Interesting what you said about thinking about the narrative rather than the image.

Sometimes my dreams have no narrative. They last for a second or two, consisting of something like a film clip, and then I wake up. It is only after I wake up and try to draw what I saw, that the story begins.

robin andrea said...

A beautiful flower, a gentle reminder of life that begins anew every spring.

Cathrine said...

beautiful :) !