Once again, it hasn’t been much of a “studio day” — my studio work amounted to several quick sketches from Rembrandt, trying to get the sense of how his pictorial space is organised.
The core of the day was dedicated to finalising the third module of my “Learning how to Learn from Masters” course. This is the largest one in the whole program, so I hope to have more time for painting next week…
I need more time “with” the next sonnet (eighty two): I don’t see it yet, not even close. But I felt way too tired after a whole day of writing and editing to even approach this task. I hope, however, all this writing will somehow help in the end, just because it deepens my overall awareness of the painting process in all its mysterious aspects.
This night was the first time when I had such incredibly high-definition dreams, and so clearly meaningful (and, to some extent, controlled) even within the dream. They were so clear and detailed — in every nuance and subtlety of colour — that when I woke up, I actually took the trouble of “checking”, insofar as it is possible, whether I woke up in the same world, in the same reality. It felt like a sign of (or a part of) some overall increase in clarity, some shift in my sense of vision and — more broadly — in consciousness.