Sometimes the strange and otherworldly creeps into my head when I’ve had a particularly stressful period of time. My body will literally feel drained by the mental taxing and eventually it gives out and I’ll head into a deep sleep. This is the usual recipe for my nightmares.
You’ve heard me describe settings of hope within these dreams before here during #31Nightmares.
This artwork is the visual representation of a place that brought hope inside one of my most terrifying dreams. Myself and a group of friends were being chased by a lake like an old-school splatter movie. Though, from a first person perspective in my nightmares, this was not the sort of place I wanted to stay long. These little wisps were lights that helped lead us out of a barren area of the forest.
This creepy design was inspired by a nightmares where I was trapped under vines, branches, thorns, you name it, and I was trying to claw my way out. Creepy crawlies got to me and proceeded to do their work.
This design almost didn’t happen but I usually do something in tribute to my father sometimes near Father’s Day each year. It’s almost become tradition here at CardCastles. He did, after all inspire the name Snapping Turtle, my design company & sort of production hub for the last year & a half or so.
I couldn’t help but think of all of the daughters and sons that may have lost their fathers in recent years or over the years these past few days. This design inspired by my late father is dedicated today to all of them.
Mothers are very often the start or beginning of something in a family. There’s been some new additions to mine in the past few weeks. Common conversation has been how much both of these new little family members resemble other family members, one being my late mother.
I’ve been grateful for the little pieces given back somehow in this strange trip we call life. They inspired this work.
More than once here on CardCastles I’ve mentioned I believe heavily in keeping certain traditions alive in both the family and between friends. Although at times we can sometimes break tradition too—for our own reasons; however it may suit us.
There’s a lot of scars that haunt me deep inside, so much so that a friend and I used to joke over the phone “I’m fine!” becomes our theme song when we’re really—well, not.
This reminded me of a conversation a relative and I once had about strong women. We were cleaning the home of a very rich lady when it happened. She mentioned how we have the ability to turn not so much into much more and then some. The rich lady later became my second grade art teacher. She taught me up to 5th grade. Many of the techniques I still use in my work today, I learned from her.
This piece was inspired by these two strong women.