I had a dream the other night of my old college painting instructor, Ian Garriock. I was entering his studio class, taking my place at a work table- oddly not at an easel- but I was wearing my Chef coat. Obviously I was blending my two disciplines; my younger art college days with my later in life, chef training days. I then had to leave the class to go to the big commercial kitchen, but expected to only be gone a brief time, when I returned to the art class it was over and students were leaving the room, other students entering. I went up to Ian, he sat before me, clear as a bell, down to the beautiful custom shirts his wife made for him. I asked if he was still showing his work, painting in his home studio, he said yes. We talked a bit more (can’t recall about what) then as I went back to my work area to gather my art supplies he called out to me the class assignment, Translate the verse to visuline.
I woke up with his voice still clear in my head and I repeated it a few times in my mind, then I thought maybe I should write it down- because, what the hell is Visuline?! I should look it up.
So I wrote it down in a small notebook I keep by my bed for just such an occasion, (honestly I’ve never had to write anything down in a hurry from my bedside ever in my life) and then later looked up the word Visuline.
It means nothing.
But I let it simmer in my thoughts for a couple of days and am now toying with the notion that Visuline may be construed for Visual. The sentence makes more sense then. Translate the verse (words) to visual (painting). Or perhaps from a literary perspective to Visualize the words. (paint a visual picture with words) Either way works; for Visual arts and for Literary arts.
But doesn’t work with cooking. Which would be accurate since my interest in it has wained. During my working life cooking, and then working in the culinary department at the University, had served as my creative outlet. Since retiring from it three years ago, I’ve turned my attention back to Visual arts, and have also now found a new passion in literary arts. Cooking was relegated to the proverbial back burner.
So I’ll take Ian’s message as a motivational message and say, Thanks!