18

For three consecutive nights I dreamt a recurring dream. I was playing snooker in front of thousands of people and had to pot the three final balls to win the frame. I was leant down with the cue in place but I just couldn’t move my arms for some reason. Well….I must have rose from and sank into semi-consciousness many times, each time I was ready to simply pot the well-placed balls and finish off. No matter what I did the message to move my arms wouldn’t travel down from my brain. I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept.

To exorcise the dream I set up the balls like they were in the dream and potted them. While down there potting the balls I thought I’d do a quick knife painting. Here it is, done quickly with just a few colours. I quickly covered the small canvas with acrylic paint (dries almost instantly), got out three or four knives and daubed it all on. I have not had the same dream since.

Setting up “18” to paint…

Painting out the basics in acrylic paint…

Pasting on the paint…

Adding on the reflections of light…

Now on the wall…