Jaime Howe

In a dream I had when I was a child, I am in a forest, watching from a distance; a gathering of floating figures slowly passing through, their bodies almost see-through, their faces unrecognisable. 

In a recent dream, I revisited this forest. I am no longer a bystander but a part of this group. As I am held in comfort, these figures start to become recognizable. 

Spiritual guides sit in a realm of meeting and comfort, a world existing among the mysteries of my cerebral mind as otherworldly landscapes. This process is a ritual of discovering importance in these persisting moments of recurring dream and my subconscious mind, they overlap with each other, devolve, become different yet remain familiar despite their subtle changes. Ghostly flesh becomes landscape as I glaze these works, using my materials and deep blues, purples and green paint pigments to present the quality of dream and elicit the magical elements that exist in a mundane reality. Drips overlap forms, paint is removed to allow undertones to show, marks perform as limb and branch, a thought faded, incomplete and overlaid with another, dissolving the separation between this world and other-worldly.