I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of images that have come to me in a dream. Generally I'm suspicious of the whole concept--it's one of the oldest artistic cliches, after all, and there's something vaguely New Agey about it, and I suppose I have this vague fear that if I start waltzing around going "It came to me in a dream!" I'm starting down a road that ends with me changing my name to Starwombat and slicing off a hunk of the Astral Fruitcake.

Fortunately, it never comes up, because my dreams, while vivid and bizarre, rarely contain much paintable imagery. (Yes, I could have painted the whales exploding over Manhattan, but it would have been really unpleasant...) But every now and then, I'll wake up with the fragment of an image in my head.

I don't know why I was dreaming of towers of brightly colored teapots--I'd bought some Fiestaware the day before, maybe that was it--but the image stuck with me even after I woke up. I wonder what I was doing there...

Digital, Painter 7. Prints available in the regular size for $10, and as a limited Edition Jumbo print for $50 (edition size probably of 50, haven't quite finalized that yet.) You can order those from Red Wombat Studio at [link]