Mary Beth Lawler Art Blog
Today is a good day. I feel almost "normal". It may have something to do with a dream I had last night about painted roman letters. Unlike most high anxiety dreams where you can't do anything right, I was making little books and paintings with beautiful letters in my parents basement. (just go with it, it's dream) I had visitors from a California calligraphy society and they were going to be hosting the 2025 International Calligraphy Conference. Never too early to start planning a conference I say. Rather lucidly for a dream I thought, I'll be 69 at that conference. How cool. While there are a multitude of layers of deep psychological meaning here, I prefer to think that my unconscious mind is realigning itself with making art and making plans, two things I do just because I can. The last few weeks have been frustrating because my creative life came to a smoking, tire screeching, halt. I have ideas in my head but have not the time, the focus or physical strength to act on them. File for later. As I have said many times before, "down time" is a misnomer. It's not "down" at all. It' s a shift from active output to inner percolating. It's OK that I don't sketch while waiting in Doctor's offices. It's acceptable that I lie down instead of puttering in the studio. There is a whole lot going underground that will surface when the time is right and I am ready to work. In the meantime, I am content to dream about beautiful letters.