My commentary here is going to be limited. It’s been a while since I’ve made any loaded surreal images like this one, but now I’m wondering why I don’t do so more often. Allowing dreamy images like this to come to me during my work day feels like a mini-vacation. Then staying up late at night to paint the piece has the opposite effect of staying up late to do anything else. I’m not tired; I’m happy. Of course doing this every single night might be problematic, but two nights this week wasn’t bad, and the happy chemicals are flowing.
I used watercolor and a dash of micron pen; all that detail really satisfied my microscopic urges.