Voice, Oil on Canvas; © Jennifer Pohl
This painting was done over ten years ago for my first solo show, but evokes a dream I had only last week: I had fallen asleep nursing our baby and, in my dream, awoke to find an intruder trying to break into the window behind us.
I couldn’t speak or move. (I think the term people use for this is the old hag.) I kept trying to cry out, but my voice wouldn’t work. Eventually I woke myself up crying out something I can’t now remember. Luckily, Conor continued to sleep peacefully, dreaming about those things that happy babies must. Of course, in real life our trusty dog would alert half the neighborhood if any silly person ever dared try such a stunt.