Last Sunday morning I awoke with lovely dreams dancing upon my eyelids and had to capture them on paper before they drifted away into nothingness, as my dreams usually do. My hands pulled my entire body to my book of thoughts and scketched neckalaces of jewels, flowers, ribbons, and lace (these are some of my favorite things!). Then suddenly an owl in a tutu appeared dancing inbetween the lines. My heart swelled with the ethereal splendidness which only comes when thoughts become visible and a creative process has been born! I had to make that owl! I must confess the owl I made is just darling, but it pales in comparison to the one painted by my brain!
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