Coming out of sleep, before I opened my eyes, I saw the beginning of a new fabric painting.
It wasn’t a dream, but I wouldn’t say I was awake either. I was in that creative space between sleeping and waking that I saw it.
I wasn’t afraid of losing the image, I knew I’d remember it, and even though I wanted to finish the potholders I started last week, I wanted to at least start getting the image down on fabric.
I’ll continue working on it tomorrow.
