DREAMSCAPES

A series by Geoff Geiger

In another era

I’d have painted landscapes,

Awed by nature’s beauty I’d struggle

To get each detail a replica,

each color a match

To a world of forms

I believed was real

In this epoch I snap photos fast

On strolls into my unconscious

Pull the images into my computer and

Play with layers, textures, shapes, colors—

If I sit, and let my hands turn my will

into the machinery of nocturnal imagination

a dreamscape pulses to emerge

At first it doesn’t feel right

The reverie is false or dull

I want to force quit or crash,

Exit this high-tech supernatural canvas…

Yet something keeps me there

sitting,

staring at a land, mine alone,

I get quieter, transform into alert slumber—

Soon I lose track of my choices—

they happen so fast,

serendipitous surprises on my

glowing screen

form, coalesce, breathe, break, bleed,

my ocular meditation shifts

as a vision

more real than

Land escapes—

 A dreamscape is born!