Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Colors of My Dreams

"Reality has become so intolerable, she said, so bleak, that all I can paint now are the colors of my dreams."
Reading Lolita in Tehran

Painting the "colors of your dreams". It seems like the perfect philosophy for art. How do I translate that into writing?
"Describe the images of my dreams?"
"Write with the words of my dreams?"
"Writing down my dreams?"
I don't know. I'll keep working on it. No matter what words I come up with, the concept is the same. I think too much when I write. Comes from having to write too many essays in school. I have to start writing from my heart, from my dreams, from my soul.

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