+ Language of Dreams

“The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines….

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.”

― George R.R. Martin

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Dreams, digital collage, ©2012, Jen Payne.

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  1. what a gorgeous piece of art – that deserves to be framed and go into a print run!!

    and thank you for sharing mr martin’s sentiments (altho i think he’s a little hard on reality – i mean, i can have habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, and summer wine if i want it badly enough!!) but i’ll probably end up with beans and tofu…


  2. well, if middle earth is the only option (i noticed he also mentions Oz and Shangri-La) I would gladly hang out at Elrond’s place… or Galadriel’s tree house!

  3. These days it seems fantasy flies on Jet Blue! (see today’s news)
    I still read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. But they are my reality, or might as well be.
    That collage is absolutely exquisite. It conjures up — dreams.

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