A small, worn travel suitcase with the silver strings of a vintage purse draped over the side appeared in my dream as if a photo shoot. The image captivated me—camera shot hugged up close and angled towards a vanishing point. I rolled over in the dark and groggily sketched a crude reproduction onto journal pages.
In the morning, the accompanying message “purse strings” still reverberated through my mind. The photo shoot couldn’t wait until I had found a similar purse and suitcase as those I saw in the dream. As soon as the morning sun peeked over the horizon, I shuffled into my art room to set up the image from the dream with items from my art room.
Purse strings…hmmm….where have I heard this before? Purse strings…what does this message mean?
My computer search led me to this post, “Purse Strings of Trust,” I wrote on July 28th of last summer. I re-read my writing and sighed. The words were as real to me today as they were seven months ago. Yet the one change that has occurred since then is a growing desire to create vintage-style mixed media art, and the beginning of a desire to one day travel and teach creativity classes for others. READ ENTIRE POST…
