Daydream Receiver

I have always been a daydreamer – head in the clouds – lost in my thoughts. I hear one word of a newscast or conversation and I’m off on some will mental chase following the mental rabbit of ‘what if’ and “wonder how’ until I’m snapped back into reality.

That’s how one of my favorite paintings came into being. It was the dead of winter. I was organizing a crazy stack of old photos and scrapbooks, when I came across pictures of myself, dad and maternal grandfather blowing stuff up on the Fourth of July.

Firecracker, 20×20, mixed media on canvas

I’m a small-town born and raised Okie. I think it was simply part of my upbringing that I was taught how to obliterate anything from our family’s vegetable garden that was too worm-riddled to be salvageable. We always had fireworks. We always attended our town’s fireworks celebration. The only time I remember my Grandpa Dee being visibly upset was when a fireworks shell detonated too low in the sky, sending a shower of brilliant sparks into the stands and atop his relatively new Mercury Marquis. He was a car man. He liked his Mercurys.

It was after this mental walk down a summerly memory lane that I remember sitting on the floor of my studio and painting this Firecracker painting. I stayed up way past my middle-aged bedtime, wrapped up in heavy pajamas, oblivious to anything but the paint and the rich memories.

Here’s to family tradition, long-forgotten photographs and good paint, everything I need to capture a memory on canvas.

8 Comments »

  1. It’s always fun to find other brains that work in a similar fashion! My grade cards throughout grade school had the comment “he draws and day dreams too much!” My mind is an explosion of music, sounds, images that run continuously. To this day, I can be distracted by the slightest idea, which thrusts me off in another train of thought. Rose said she can tell when I have “left the building” and are not here. It made studying, reading, and lectures difficult, taking way longer than needed. But what fun imaginative trips I would have.

    On the other hand, Rose has a large quiet space she can pour words and images into. She can read at lightening speed with no distractions!!

    Nick

  2. Each 4th of July sets off memories of family outings and Independence Day experiences. This 4th was no different
    with the exception of having an epiphany experience that brought thoughts of a better way of celebrating independence. There will soon be a blog entry about this better way.

    Love the painting.

  3. I don’t paint, but I sure enjoy a trip down memory lane. Seems like I go there quite often. Thank God for the memories 🙂 Love ya Sis

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