Having That Dream Again

Every now and again, usually while I'm dozing off, an image will be dropped, with chilly clarity, directly into my brain. Often it's not something I'd paint under normal circumstances, but once one of them shows up, I HAVE to paint it, or it starts stomping around my brain, poking the pink bits and chewing on my ear. A friend of mine calls these the "sacrifice to the Muse"--most of the time She lets me paint whatever banal illustration or weird little comics I want, and in return, I will drop everything and paint these suckers on demand. Even if it's a weird Victorian-collared wasp creature and a bunch of fetus-bearing grapes. (For the record, this has nothing to do with abortion or stem cell research--I'm all for both, so lemmee nip any possible misinterpretation in the bud.)