dreaming... I have been thinking a lot on dreams lately. Not the kind that your subconscious teases you with in the middle of the night, or during that extra-long nap, but the kind that you want with every fibre of your being. And yet at the same time you're so terrified that if you go after it, you'll fall flat on your face.
Xin and I went to a lovely little event at Notre Dame last night - a talk done by my favourite artist, Shaun Tan. Shaun is so lovely and unassuming, so introverted and perfectly accepting of the fact that he's a bit of a nerd. He isn't about razzle dazzle or party tricks - he's just about doing what he loves and being happy with it. He's also intelligent. No big prizes for wondering why I love him so. His work is so beautiful and offers me such a delight in escape. I have four of his picture books, and have every intention of collecting the rest of them. I someday hope to have on of his prints hung up in my home.
I mean, just look at this page from The Red Tree:
His art speaks to me on a whole different level.
And some of the things he said during his talk shook me. Made me start thinking about my dreams and what I want out of life. Because, I've noticed, some dreams are changing. But some? They're only getting bigger and more insistent.
Love to all who read~