©2023 Jeff Lung
Over the last month I have been doing a lot of art festivals. And while it’s exhilarating and fun and exciting and uplifting (for the most part), it’s also a lot of work. I imagine the majority of people don’t realize the amount of work — the physical labor, the logistics, the stress — that actually goes into making a successful art show.
Then after all that hard work, you just hope you sell some art.
Sometimes you don’t.
Them’s the breaks, kid!
As I ride up and down the roller coaster of the art circuit, one thing has been hammering me each and every night: DREAMS.
Wild ones! Man, I am dreaming like crazy. I often do dream hard after intense physical labor. Back during my heavy ultrarunning career, I would often kid that I ran all day and all night just for the lucid dreams that came as a result. They can be so trippy, man!
I have also read that dreams are a way of your brain’s way of processing emotions, traumas and the like. To me, that makes sense, though I can’t say I actually understand said processes. Does anyone?
I just know they’re far out. Kinda like my art.
Which made me realize: my art too is a mode of processing emotion, traumas and the like. The good. The bad. Hopes. Failures. Aspirations. All of it. It’s all filtered from my brain through my heart to my hand.
And it feels good. Therapeutic.
Like a good night’s sleep after a long day’s hard work.
Do you dream often? What do you make of them? Tell me in the comments!