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Dreamscape

Worm.

This bizarre dream is another of mine that is recurrent.

My arm is really itchy, the sort of itch that starts as a tickle, then more irritating, and then begins to burn. Beneath my skin feels weird, as if there is something there. My skin begins to move, wriggling and rippling. Then a tiny hole appears, and out pops the tiny head of a cartoon worm, that wrinkly, funny, puckered texture, only seen in animated tv programmes for kids. It's eyes are huge, and he has a quirky little smile that's as red as flaunting lipstick.

I swear he winks at me, and then in a shot he's turning around, now only his tail is poking out. With a sense of panic, i grab at his tail end and start to pull, it's like trying to pull chewing gum from the sole of your shoe, longer and longer he grows, until the force is too much and he snaps back into my hand. Now limp and dangling like a perished rubber band, his smile has disappeared in disappointment at being snatched from his potential hiding place. To say the least, I'm relieved to have been able to evict him, for my own sanity and comfort.

Big Money!

My daughter needs a pound for school.

I give her a pound coin and tell her to put it safe ready for the morning.

Morning comes and as usual, bleary eyed, the hustle and bustle of school preparation begins.

I hear the school bus arrive, and with a flurry of activity, the kids are ushered out of the cottage.

Now i might be able to chill for five minutes before the household duties need to be done.

I turn to sit down and on the table i see the pound coin staring at me. It's like a moment from Alice in Wonderland, it's ten times the size it should be and dazzles me in the sunlight. I try to pick it up, but no amount of super human strength is going to shift this big money!

Unwanted guests.

I'm dreaming that I'm asleep, a bit like an out of body experience, watching over myself, deep in slumber. I'm restless, brow furrowed, perspiration glinting on my skin.

Then i wake suddenly, now back inside my body, viewing the scene through fearful eyes.

I jump up from my crumpled bedsheets, duvet wildly dishevelled, and race into the kitchen, my mum is there, she's mopping the floor, there are other people in the house too, people i have never seen before. Every room is like a wild party, but the guests are all unwanted here.

I turn to my mum, she cries, "I tried to stop them, but there were too many!"

The washing machine door is hanging off it's hinges, my clean but sodden clothes are spilling out onto the slippery floor, there are white bin liner bags strewn about, here and there, all full of my laundered clothes. I didn't think my wardrobe was that extensive!!

I go into each room, and all have people in them, either having sex or just sitting round chatting, smoking, drinking, arguing. In each room, there are the white bags, all holding my clothes, my paintings, my possessions.

Rage starts to consume my whole body, i feel it flooding my veins, my nerves, my muscles, then an explosion, it's my voice, resounding through the walls, through these unwanted, spiteful guests. Blood starts to seep from their eyes, noses, ears and mouths, they stand there, all unable to get away from my wrath.

Then silence, calm descends across my being, the sorrowful throng, heads bowed, all leave my house as one almighty mass, their faces smeared in the blood of their wrong doing.

I feel no emotion now, standing, staring blankly, as if in a trance. My mum comforts me.

Bizarre Baby.

I'm in the labour room, doctors and nurses rushing about in emergency, the tiny baby is crying, barely audible. Nobody is speaking to me, I haven't a clue what is going on, or if this baby, no bigger than the palm of my hand, will survive, or even if i care at all.

Sharpness in my arm, then the nurse telling me it'll all be ok, just to sleep.

I'm at home, this tiny intruder, helpless and painfully under-developed, is swallowed up by it's miniature cot. It's huge eyes stare, unable to focus, but aware of my presence, it squeaks and whimpers for attention.

I pick her up, she lays in the palm of my hand like a child's rag doll, but the weight of her is surprising, so heavy i nearly drop her. I take her in both hands, and her nappy is so full it slips down her legs and onto the floor, the contents spilling everywhere. I'm amazed at where it all came from.

I call out for a little help, and my sister appears in the doorway, "Here", she says, "Let me take her, You clean up". Confused, and a little disgruntled, i attend to the problem, still wondering how on earth this baby is mine, and what I am going to do!

Panicked screaming rings in my ears, "The baby! The baby!, She's not breathing!", I tear into the other room where my sister is shaking the baby, in a desperate attempt to revive her. "No,no,no!", I'm screaming, "Not like that!". I take the baby, I try to administer mouth to mouth, covering her nose and mouth with my mouth, breathing gently, willing her on.

Grey, her eyes bulging, she lay motionless, her tiny body, skin and bone. I am relieved, for her and for myself. I know she was in pain, i know she wasn't meant to be. I shed a single tear.

She fades away from my vision, gradually like a distant cloud dispersing, then she's gone.

My sister is no longer by my side, was she ever there at all?

Crowmen.

This is a dream I had before I moved from Rugby to Kelso.

I'm inside my terraced house, i feel i need to get out for a while so i leave through the front door, which isn't a door, but just a curtain! I step out onto the ladder which leads down to the path, a white path that sparkles in the sunlight.

It's a beautiful day, but dark clouds are looming, forming clear edged shapes, they are moving through the sky as in fast forward. Around the corner, the big terraced houses, tall and proud, ascend the gradient, as if holding each other up, trying not to slide. Each house has a doorway sure enough, but we are led to them by uneven steps, underground, is if trying to hide from us.

I am aware of how busy the street is today, i look up to the rooftops, where work is being carried out at a frantic pace. There are workmen alright, but shrouded in huge black wings, rising and falling rhythmically with the motion of their bodies. Tiles are being laid, quickly, but with perfect precision, red in colour and in circular form. Each crowman has their own guardian watching over them, a crow, hovering diligently, it's feathers sparkling like ebony. They communicate with each other, an unspoken bond, a tie that binds.

I know they are aware of my presence, but seem unfazed, contented for me to watch the flow of their progress. It strikes me, as in a moment of clarity, there are no people in this scene that unfolds before me, well, apart from me and the unconventional workmen, and all the time the perfect clouds still spin across the sky, bringing darkness, to fall like a velvet curtain, marking the end of the final scene.

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At 8:32pm on November 27, 2009, laura joan levine said…: Hello - I have been under a lot of stress lately and don't know what got into me the other day when I said I thought your art was dark. I'd like to tell you now that I don't perceive it that way; it was a temporary misperception. Perception is a lot more subjective than one would think it might be!

At 3:32pm on November 27, 2009, Cy Wadia said…: Thank u very much Michelle! Take care, Cy

At 10:05am on November 27, 2009, Gary Cox said…: Thnx Michelle, ya got some cool pics, love the music in the background, must suss out how to do that to my profile one day! Not exactly a tech wizard! lol :)

At 9:44am on November 27, 2009, Luke Gilliam said…: Don't worry about that - you have only to look at David Bowie and John Lennon to see that hugely prolific and uplifting artists have their dark side (Berlin circa 1977 both were very depressed and expressing darker states). It is a natural evolution. Even Joan Miro had his pieces with cut pieces of rope representing strangulation after Jean Arp played a trick on him at a meeting in Paris in the 30s.

As artists we need input from both the sun and the moon to make our visions become real. But your work is very strong so you have probably already explored this. Best, L::)

At 8:08am on November 27, 2009, tite calvo dragosevic said…: thanks for your words about my work, i´ll visit your gallery soon, t:::

At 8:37pm on November 26, 2009, Luke Gilliam said…: Wow thank you! Yes I really went to town on this one - may disturbed human expressions are more interesting to look at? It seems to have been that way for me. Best from L::)

At 1:16am on November 26, 2009, anil kumar kohli said…: Hi...Michelle , how r u , Many greeting from India,Thanks for the great comment
on my page.I m blessed to be u r friend, I love u r art.
Best regard Anil

At 12:10pm on November 25, 2009, kara cardinale said…: By the way Michelle I was looking at our stats and you have one of the most visited pages on b-uncut. thought you'd like to know

At 10:46am on November 25, 2009, dennis faherty said…: Thousand thanks, this old man is gone happy...

At 7:51am on November 24, 2009, Kerry Smith said…: Thank you so much for the comments Michelle. I appreciate them. Kerry

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About Me:

I've been enthusiastic about art ever since i could hold a pencil. I try and draw or paint every day, it's sometimes a hard task having a young family though. I remember my dad having a huge industry sized drawing board when i was a child, looking up at it in awe at the vast open canvas. I was always itching to climb up on a chair beside it and let rip with the paints, but NO-ONE touched the drawing board!! Being mainly self taught, my only qualifications in the subject are an A level and a Foundation Course.
My main medium is watercolour, but i also love the feel and flow of pen and ink, pencil, and coloured pencil.
I took a break from painting while the children were very young, but have rekindled my enthusiasm in the last 2 or 3 years. I've had a little success in a few local exhibitions this year, which pleasantly surprised me.

About My Art:

My art is influenced by nature and the supernatural. I love the interplay between colour and light, and the perceived and non-perceived worlds.
My dreams are also a vivid source of inspiration, those twilight zone scenarios where reality and fantasy become intertwined.

Favorite Music:

Tori Amos, Kate Bush, Regina Spektor, My Brightest Diamond, Bjork, Sigur Ros, AFI, The Cure, Dimmu Borgir, Lacuna Coil, Within Temptation, Octavia Sperati, A Perfect Circle, Tool, Queen Adreena, Queens of the Stone Age, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Pentangle, Forest, Iron and Wine, Anais Mitchell, Bon Iver, Howling Bells, The Kills, Siouxie and the Banshees, Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, Howlin' Wolf, Buddy Guy, Robert Johnson, Freddie King to mention a few.

Favorite Films:

Interview with the Vampire, Vampires, Amelie, Beetlejuice, The Corpse Bride, Pan's Labyrinth, Labyrinth, The Exorcist, The Orphanage, The Dark Crystal, Seven, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Chocolat, Being John Malkovich, The Crow, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Hell Boy, Toy Story, Monster House, Pulp Fiction, Spirited Away, Steam Boy, Japanese Horror films, horror and sci-fi, films to captivate and move you.

Favorite Artists:

Aubrey Beardsley, William Blake, The Pre- Raphaelites, H.R. Giger, Dali, Echo Chernik, Alphonse Mucha, Frank Frazetta

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Poetry and Random Thoughts.

Thoughts of Calm.

When moonlight skims this watery veil,
Undisturbed by breeze or distant sound,
Serenity descends
And shall be queen.

~

Sssshhhh!!!!
World be quiet,
And give me calm,
To deal with this noise inside my head!

~

Insomnia.

Cease! Cease!
I cannot sleep
For thoughts of creativity abound
To whirl and sweep
Around my restless mind.

~

Unknown.

I feel you there,
A presence undefinable,
Eerie, foul, sinister,
Exquisite in your entity
Twisting our perspective.

I feel you there,
Wi… Continue

Posted on September 24, 2009 at 11:30am — 7 Comments

Dreamscape.

Recurrency and the random.

Dreams. Nonsensical and bizarre, frightening and disturbing. We all have them, some of us remember them vividly, others are left with a vague recollection that lies dormant in the subconcious.

I belong to the category aforementioned, remembering in striking detail the nightly pleasures, and deviances, that take my hand each night and lead me through their world. It's almost like being inside a montage of hi definition films, one flowing into another, or walking throu… Continue

Posted on September 23, 2009 at 7:00am —

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