Art invites us into the impossible possible around us daily:

I had a dream that I was taken, what seemed like upwards, but may have been through a huge lateral gold curtain, into what my guide called, “The Realm of Impossible things”. It was filled, in addition to every sort of art supply, old umbrellas, top hats, bowling balls, huge canes and almost anything you would ever want to make art from. Theater props, piles of purple feathers, huge and small glass balls and every other sort of impossible object that only an artist could see a purpose for. Like my old mentor, who I’m sure had a little hut there, as it seemed like a village of artisans, with his two headed brooms he used to make-“Just in case you need to sweep both corners at once,” he used to say to me.
When he died, we used those two headed brooms at his funeral (true story!).
Anyway, in the dream, I felt that every object has a potential other use than what it was originally intended for. A coat, as with kids, could become a tent. A hat, a bowl for confetti. A whale bone, a cane and so forth. Everything had potential or possibilities.
This is exactly how I see thing daily. And I think is a common “curse” blessing for all artist. In that it makes it difficult to go pick up the mail, or do grocery shopping, as one is always seeing the symbolic level of meaning around them.
So we get bored with assigning something only to its primary function. A book is also a doorstop, or a potential stairwell for cats. Aren’t we always just opening up the “other” possibilities of the daily things around us.
Yesterday, a fork became a scalpel in making my painting.
Comedy works similarly, I think—“What else could this subway be?”
Artist work by symbolic associations. And this realm I was guided in, was filled with ellipses, or things which would also be used for….
I love those sort of dreams. I felt right at home in that part of The Kingdom.
It is said that artist invent, but I think they just see what else something could bee seen as-what else is a broom or a rose. For, as we know, a rose is not just a rose!
And that we dream at all, proves it.
Artist are seers, meaning we see more layer of meaning to everything. Or we see things more in the larger context.
Art just makes us aware that there is more than meets the eye to life around us! Kids of course, already know that. But we forget that Reality isn’t flat. It’s dimensional. Elijah saw heavenly armies around the earthly ones.
And we tend to make studios which are filled with objects of possibilities—impossible possibilities. As life itself is. That we breath, sleep and wake up, and even that we make art, is a sort of common daily miracle. But art reminds us that we live inside a miracle.