I closed my eyes then she appeared
Dear loved ones,
We are having spring and summer in November here in Toronto and I think much of Canada is also experiencing these blessings. Sunny and warm and the trees are in their full autumn colours. I am in love with life. What a difference the sunshine makes.
I know, I know, winter is coming but I will think about this later.
The painting at the beginning is of someone I do not know. This piece is experimental in that I had my eyes closed for the whole drawing. My model was a figure that appeared behind my eyelids. She flashed a smile then put on a face that said, “Oh really, you think you want to draw me”.
I see people and animals when I close my eyes. I can’t say I see dead people, because I do not know if they are dead or alive, or if they have ever existed here on this plane or in this reality. They just appear before me and look at me with quizzical expressions, some smile, others cry, many speak but there is no sound. At times I know what they are saying, but not always.
As a child I assumed that everyone had a world of characters visiting them when they closed their eyes. Animals were predominate in my younger years and they kept me company by displaying themselves on my bedroom walls. I never felt alone. I did ask my older sister once if she also could see the tiger just over there, as I pointed at a spot on the wall beside our dresser. She didn’t answer me and just laughed at my joke.
A thought has been going round and round in my mind for quite awhile about drawing what and who I see. Would someone’s divine masculine or divine feminine pose for a drawing? Could I ask them to appear and would they be willing?
Does this sound crazy?
Stories and poems have written themselves as I sleep. Some of my paintings were done in the dream state and I just copied when awake. So why not this too?
Anyway, dear ones thank you for listening as I talk away about strange things. These are not weird to me and seem perfectly ordinary. I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane xoxo