June 30, 2023

Cooling rain. I woke while it was still dark, and the sound of birds was voluptuous, magical. Went back to sleep, though, and had amazing, half-waking dreams, all apparently about art. In the last of them I was having a conversation with my nephew Daniel about what he meant by “Nazi” art. He meant square-edged realism. This probably because painting was the last thing I did before going to bed, and the piece was not finished. It appeared pretty accurately in the dreams, and I tried what next steps before actually committing myself to canvas.