I lay in bed Cool sheets Beginning to feel the warmth left from last night’s sleep And the night before that.
I assume the position The one I call dream Flat on back, arms at side, palms up, and fingers under thighs I am ready.
Dreams are elusive Hard to summon All the wishing and hoping doesn’t make it any easier Nevertheless I want.
These visions entertain Sometimes enlighten Night is magic, it can be terrifying, it is necessary They make sleep more worthwhile. When they fill my night With color and obtuse narratives I visit worlds I may have inhabited or would like to be a part of, Because I am ready.
The month of April afforded me and my friend Angela Saxon to be the Artists in Residence at The Tusen Takk Foundation. The month of printmaking there was a super rich exploration into my creative process as it relates specifically to making monotypes that have been become such an important part of my current body of work.