Marc Chagall|Dreams|How to Interpret Dreams|Art and Dreams

A friend of mine interprets dreams, he says that everyone in your dream is actually you. Chagall painted himself in many ways then? Because he was a painter of dreams. Hummm, interesting to think about isn't it? What an amazing thing to do! Paint your dreams. Maybe you do that already? I gotta try that more, delve into my own dreams, maybe keep a dream journal by my bed. You know how they (dream experts) tell you to write your dreams down? Many say that they don't dream at all, but my friend tells me that we all do, we just don't remember our dreams sometimes. He says that the more you try to remember them the more you will. Time to get that dream journal going.. be a Chagall!

Its all about dreams, imagination and where that can take you. Chagall is a great inspiration into the art of discovering who we are inside our dreams.

There is so much to discover! Times a wastin'!

Marc Chagall [Russian-born French Painter and Stained Glass Artist, 1887-1985

The magic of Marc Chagall is in the images of childhood memories that float through many of his works. How about you?

Dreams abound!

Ohhh I almost forgot to tell you another thing my friend told me about dreams, sex in your dreams? Is NOT about sex, its about nurturing. So for those of you who wake up freaked out about a sex dream you had and worry about it? Rethink your dream about sex and replace it with nurturing, see it what you realize about it then isn't different from what you first thought. Then? Paint it!

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TURN ON SOME MUSIC

"Dreamweaver"

as you enjoy my lens.

About Dream Weaver:

"Dream Weaver" is a song by Gary Wright that was a hit single in the US reaching #2 in the Billboard charts while it reached #1 in the Cash Box charts, Australia, Canada and Europe in 1976. Taken from the album The Dream Weaver released the previous year - said by Wright to be the first-ever all-synthesiser/keyboard album - it features Wright on vocals and keyboards, and Jim Keltner on drums.

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Dreamcatchers:

In Ojibwa (Chippewa) culture, a dreamcatcher (or dream catcher; Ojibwe asabikeshiinh, the inanimate form of the word for "spider"or bawaajige nagwaagan meaning "dream snare" is a handmade object based on a willow hoop, on which is woven a loose net or web. The dreamcatcher is then decorated with personal and sacred items such as feathers and beads.

found at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreamcatcher

Here below are some for purchase...

Catch those dreams and create with them... paintings, stained glass, anything that comes to mind can be interpreted by you as you find new ways to perform what is in your imagination.

Encourage that gift.

Catch those dreams!

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Learn more about the man by what he said:

If you want to know how to paint better learn from those you admire most. To learn the most... read 'about them' and what they think or thought.

Read these quotes to get some insight into Marc Chagall .. this dream weaver.

Here are some quotes.. read and imagine:

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All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.

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Great art picks up where nature ends.

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I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.

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I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.

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If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.

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In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

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Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.

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The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep.

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The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.

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When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.

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Work isn't to make money; you work to justify life.

Marc Chagall

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What does DREAM mean?

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Dream

noun

A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep : I had a recurrent dream about falling from great heights.

A state of mind in which someone is or seems to be unaware of their immediate surroundings : he had been walking around in a dream all day.

A cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal : I

dreamland

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Dreamland

noun

Sleep regarded as a world of dreams : she tries to lull herself into dreamland.

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Dreamscape

noun

A landscape or scene with the strangeness or mystery characteristic of dreams : surrealism's popular manifestations were the dreamscapes of Salvador Dali.

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Dreamcatcher

noun

A small hoop containing a horsehair mesh, or a similar construction of string or yarn, decorated with feathers and beads, believed to give its owner good dreams. Dreamcatchers were originally made by American Indians.

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KATHY NOTE: Dreamcatchers are posted below, Yay!

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Where to find the 'Dreamcatcher' in the pic above?

Northern Nights Dreamcatchers

http://www.mohicanpress.com/mo10004.html

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Art

Chagall took inspiration from Belarusian folk-life, and portrayed many Biblical themes that reflected his Jewish heritage. In the 1960s and 1970s, Chagall engaged in a series of large-scale projects involving public spaces and important civic and religious buildings.

Chagall's artworks are difficult to categorize. Working in the pre-World War I Paris art world, he was involved with avant-garde currents, however, his work was consistently on the fringes of popular art movements and emerging trends, including Cubism and Fauvism, among others. He was closely associated with the Paris School and its exponents, including Amedeo Modigliani.

Abounding with references to his childhood, Chagall's work has also been criticized for slighting some of the turmoil which he experienced. He communicates happiness and optimism to those who view his work strictly in terms of his use of highly vivid colors. Chagall often posed himself, sometimes together with his wife, as an observer of a colored world like that seen through a stained-glass window. Some see The White Crucifixion, which is rich with intriguing detail, as a denunciation of the Stalin regime, the Nazi Holocaust, and the oppression of Jews in general.

For more information about his art, see the list of Chagall's artwork.

Use of symbolism

Cow: life par excellence: milk, meat, leather, horn, power.

Tree: another life symbol.

Cock: fertility, often painted together with lovers.

Bosom (often naked): eroticism and fertility of life (Chagall loved and respected women).

Fiddler: in Chagall's town Vitebsk the fiddler made music at crosspoints of life (birth, wedding, death).

Herring (often also painted as a flying fish): commemorates Chagall's father working in a fish factory.

Pendulum Clock: time, and modest life (in the time of prosecution at the Loire River the pendulum seems being driven with force into the wooden box of the pendulum clock).

Candlestick: two candles symbolize the Shabbat or the Menorah (candlestick with seven candles) or the Hanukkah-candlestick, and therefore the life of pious Jews (Chassidim).

Windows: Chagall's Love of Freedom, and Paris through the window.

Houses of Vitebsk (often in paintings of his time in Paris): feelings for his homeland.

Scenes of the Circus: Harmony of Man and Animal, which induces Creativity in Man.

Crucifixion of Jesus: an unusual subject for a Jewish painter, and likely a response to the rise of anti-Semitism in Germany in the late 1930s.[1]

Horses: Freedom.

The Eiffel Tower: Up in the sky, freedom.

Birth name Moishe Shagal

Born July 7, 1887

Liozna, Russian Empire (now in Belarus)

Died March 28, 1985 (aged 97)

Saint-Paul de Vence, France

Nationality Belarusian-Jewish

Field Painting

Training St. Petersburg Society of Art Supporters, Zvantseva School of Drawing and Painting

The painting is:

Bella with white collar, 1917

More info at:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc_Chagall

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Speaking of dreams and imagination, I write. Here is one of my poems that feels somewhat fitting to this lens.

" Gothic Art and Tales- I Am an Art Fantasy Woman"

I am an art fantasy woman

goddess art surrounds me

and so...

paintings of women

gothic art at times

are blended inside my closet.

Modulated strokes

that invade an angels beating heart

find their way onto empty canvases.

Most times they are not my own

or is that they always are?

I forget or refuse to admit at times.

Met by an ocean of fairies

lost loves

saints?

Wet sirens pulling down to the bottom

of a lonely sea

innocence

taking the wind of sailors

below the waves that ripple ore.

I hold them in my one free hand.

I then let them go

like breathing

lest they leave me in spirit

without blinking.

I color their breath with my tongue

stroke their hair with my indulgence

stand by their pain

because it is mine own.

I share their longings

before they erode

hold out for miracles that dwell on unaware surfaces

of our fragile atonement.

I capture them there...

these monsters down the hallway

after a neglected song.

These tunes

these memories

blinded at times

no longer dancing

they have no shoes.

I cry for them

and mine own self as well.

What a pathetic eulogy

painted in as well

muted in color.

I will be sure to mark this uncovered grave.

I am a painter of beautiful women

I see them in the moon

and in the vacancy left behind in the morning.

I paint women

because I am one

not because I lust for their touch

because I lust for their understanding

and thus

the understanding my own being.

Faults that fail on my own expectations

of myself

of who I think I might become

or who I think I am now or past the vail.

My triumphs...

ohh I seek them

to uphold any sense of survival.

As I realize my judgments

met by the beaconing of my calls

I stand and meet the precipice

that reaches beyond the space I thought I could attain.

The rain melts on my skin

the calluses that do indeed erode me

cause me to walk beyond the suffering

as if it never existed.

I wretch

I reject their vision.

I creep down low to the ground

as I humbly meet the maker of my own being.

I form myself

and yet I allow room for myself

to understand that there is indeed more to me

than what I have yet known to be.

There is indeed an outside of me

and there is as well a beyond me.

I wretch at the thought that I might miss it all

because I fall and feel too many times.

I have failed to see that I have wings.

Pray for me.

I strip off my clothes

revel in my frailties

succumb to them

expecting people to notice

interrupted songs without structure

that only I could understand.

And yet...

mirror in hand

I cover me with band aids

lest I go unnoticed by my critical onlookers

looking only for bound hands

and a bloody mouth.

I paint goddess art of beautiful women

sculpt whimsical angels into their souls

and write about mermaids I meet along the way.

21 March 2008

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

copyright 2011

THE IMAGE is of my sculpture, "Bleeding Wings 5"

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