Painting

 

August 10, 2022

Vivid and vibrant dream at morning, in which I re-opened my studio, recommenced painting, gathered pieces for a show. It was so convincing that I was awake for several minutes before I realized I was in another world. Ought I to try to do this? It’s possible painting stood for something else– writing, after days now of inability due to depression. My first stroke on the canvas would have to be significantly different from the last stroke to make it worthwhile. 

Bumps and bangs which I assume are creatures invading the attic from the gashed wall. Cannot actually be that. More probably distant thunder filtered through my anxiety. No, the patter of feet. Raccoons are definitely in the house. There is no end to it.