It was basically a scrawl, just what I had to re-learn to do 20 years later.  In 1978 I didn’t have enough confidence to go on with it. It seemed proof positive that I couldn’t draw.

Then, in 1979 I find I illustrated a lucid nightmare, in panel form like a comic book.  This was buried in an old journal I did not label as an art journal. At the time I used many different format journals, searching for the right size, correct paper texture, the magic something that would make it possible to to turn chaos into order. In these journals I kept dreams, commentary, memorabilia and little sketches.

I put these illustrations here to make it crystal clear that you don’t need to know how to draw to capture a sense of your dream. 

But between 1979 and the last few years, I never questioned that I HAD to learn to draw, so off to classes I went - for many, many years.

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