"Sleep, perchance to dream." And in dreaming the imagination lives unfettered by mores, physics, or boxes. We can let a little dream into the daily life we call reality. If in my dream, what appears in the dream sequence feels real, i believe that when i'm wakeful all that i conjure in my imagination can be real. Art allows for imagination on the canvas or sketchbook page or on the back of cereal box. Written stories and even written non-fiction on a page or screen flow from my head to your head, popping up inside your mine with complete images to define better than words what i have imagined. Like the liquid that flows at Yellow Stone Park geysers to create images that appear in the blink of an eye and disappear almost as quickly. A camera captures the lines, shapes, and beautiful juxtaposition of colors. Without the stop frame of that moment, what has been created changes, leaving no trace of the original.
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