Art Dreams: when did it all begin?
I’ve been painting in my dreams since I was about 5 years old. Colors swirling, flowing together; turquoise, light, dark, green, and red-ish blues watering into each other with silver and gold linings. That was a recurring dream for years and years and years. It continues.
Why Hadassah?
It really began in 1977 in Corvallis, Oregon when Mimi Orzech z”l invited me to a Hadassah luncheon— in a forest lodge in the middle of Oregon State University’s reseach forest, Peavy Arboretum. My response: Hah-what? “Had-DAH-sah,” replied Mimi. And therein began a lifelong journey of learning about world class medical research in Jerusalem. learning about and loving Israel and, eventually, serving Hadassah as my primary cause
Everyone asks me: how long have you been painting? The answer? It’s complicated.
I’ve been painting in my dreams since I was about 5 years old. Colors swirling, flowing together; turquoise, light, dark, green, and red-ish blues watering into each other with silver and gold linings. That was a recurring dream for years and years and years.
When did I actually put paint to paper? Probably in elementary school, like most of us, but of that I have absolutely zero memories.
Once in middle school I painted florals on glass. My mother—like many mothers (!) thought it was a masterpiece.
Once in high school I decided to take an art class: theory after theory after assignment after assignment. Two weeks later I dropped the class.
Once in college I took an art course. The instructor placed a white sheet over a varied-shaped pedestal, then lit it. That was instructive. Not fun. Then he told us to go outside and paint. I laid on my back in the quad at UC Davis and painted all the trees coming together in perspective. That was fun. He told me I had no talent: none what-so-ever. I dropped the course.
And then I taught—not art—for thirty years. No painting. Lots of dreaming. The same recurring childhood dream, but the colors regularly changed! The cool colors—I woke up relaxed; the warm colors—I felt frantic all day.
And here I am, painting. Still dreaming. I’ve been dreaming painting for 65+ years is the answer, if you think dreaming is painting!
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