Dragon Arrogance, Demon Dreams

A drawing/painting and a poem. They seem for the most part to be quite connected in many ways, but they were created independently, both in terms of how I felt when I made them, but also in terms of when I made them. I have decided to call the style of art I am pursuing Creationalism, rather than the more lengthy term, Dream Consciousness Art. The goal, if there is one, is to create genuine emotive and intellectual realities on the material I am interacting with at the time, whether it be paper, cardboard, wood, brick, etc. As I noted before, the psycho-spiritual goal is to come into fuller and fuller contact with our dream and subconscious realities and to allow those energies, concerns, thoughts and perceptions to dominate and guide the creation of images, colors, rhythms, patters, etc. The intuitive, rather than the analytical and rational, is to dominate in the creative act; the interpretive procedures, such as meaning-making and searching for known patterns, comes after the creation stage.

Note: the title is merely a suggestive afterthought, meant to highlight some of the possible themes in the work. There is much else that is going on here, I feel, so please do not limit your experience to simply 'finding' the dragon. If possible, feel the energy, emotions, realities, and concerns in the art as it presents itself to your own raw basal consciousness.

Dragon Arrogance

Mediums: Charcoal, Pen, Acrylic, Pastel, and Marker on Paper 

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I wrote the following poem directly after waking up from an intense series of dreams that I will not elaborate upon too much here, but suffice it to say that the poem is strongly but not directly influenced by the narrative content of my dreams; it is, rather, expressive of the emotions and symbols I experienced when dreaming. I have only edited the grammar of the poem since I first wrote it, and have not subjected it yet to a fully conscious and rational revision.

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Demon Dreams

Demon realities
demon dreams.

Break the egg I’ve been sleeping in.
Oxygen I need.

Let me slip wet across the floor

to fall a thousand times
and when you hold me awoken
I will be yours for good.

Until then it is ok to cry
But I will not see or notice.

Flailing and angry 
in cocoon rags I will break realities.

I will offer you death kisses
poison eyes
my love will be

An asphyxiation.

Upon my weeping and mutilated body
beauty will flow
treacherous
the stuff of unbidden dragons
sharp claws
poisonous wings
and terrifying flight.

Fear my embrace.
Fear my laugh.
They will mean nothing to me.

You will mean nothing.

But I won't mean it.

My legs will be covered in
slime,
millions of eggs in my writhing womb, the pain
tremendous.

I just want to be free....

Let my walls crack,
let my yoke flow.

Blue eyes to blue eyes
awakened
we will be denizens of love
together once more.