Not unusual: lying in bed, thinking of images and color, ideas for paintings. Had a nice image in my head, thinking about the colors, etc. The image was still — stationary — in my head. And then, suddenly, from nowhere, a comet comes shooting by over the little house in my picture. Where did that come from? A visitor from the metaphysical beyond. Really odd, never happened to me before like that. (I’ve had abrupt mind postcards before, but not in this way.) So I included the comet in this drawing.

 

comet
Comet, oil pastel and ink on paper