Almost half a century ago, I dreamed that I was a lamia, a legendary monster that can change form almost endlessly. Think of the salt monster in original Star Trek (dating myself here). Except I didn't turn into things or people per se, but whatever I touched turned into a particular shade of light green, until everything and everyone was this shade of green.
To this day, I have a very visceral reaction to that particular shade of green. Can't stand it, won't ever use it in my art, never wear that shade. All over a dream 50+ years ago. The brain is weird.
To this day, I have a very visceral reaction to that particular shade of green. Can't stand it, won't ever use it in my art, never wear that shade. All over a dream 50+ years ago. The brain is weird.