We took the boat down the Siletz into the bay and dropped six crab pots. We were very busy dropping and pulling up the pots so I did not paint then. I did notice how the fog created a dream world which I tried to capture from memory. The Vase of My Sparkling Dreams is as big as all outdoors the sky, the waters and the earth. This vase is one of a growing series on vases expressing what is most precious to me. I am continuing to be open to ideas for other vases that express what others value most. A seven year old boy also said he valued his dreams.
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I like the ocean and foggy sky. It feels very much like when I am down there. The vase coming out of the mist then becomes like the one Ali Baba rubbed to get the genii to come out and give him his dreams.
I am smiling about dreams being wishes. Any time a dream is expressed in something material,It brings it out of the misty fog and a step closer to materializing.
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