Weaving Dreams At The National Gallery of Jamaica

I saw this piece at the National Gallery of Jamaica and was extremely fascinated with it. It’s been almost a month and I keep looking back at the pictures. The piece is called Dream Weaver by Nakazzi Hutchinson.

Dream Weaver exhibit at National Gallery of Jamaica

Dream Weaver by Nakazzi Hutchinson

Something about her keeps pulling me in. It could be due to the fact that I’ve been weaving some dreams of my own. Bit by bit.

Nakazzi Hutchinson- National Gallery of Jamaica

The Dryland Tourist - National Gallery of Jamaica

Me and the Dream Weaver

I realize that lately, I have been attending a lot of art-related events. Writing more frequently has definitely deepened my appreciation of the arts. Music, dance, films, painting, pottery, photos, and books are all art. Embracing my creative side has definitely expanded my mind. To write one has to observe. This is why I love to travel and travel writing. It’s more than hopping from place to place,you observe, taste ,listen ,smell and save the essence of a place into a corner of your mind. I later recall those experiences whether good or unpleasant and try to paint pictures with my words.

Imitating the Dream Weaver- National Galley of Jamica

Imitating the Dream Weaver

My inner art lover could now just be ready to surface as my 30th birthday approaches. A number I once feared I find myself looking forward to it with excitement. The clarity, confidence, and deeper sense of self are amazing. Something about weaving dreams just feels right for where I am in my life. I am in a space where I am conquering my inner doubts and fears. I’ve always written but kept it to myself because I didn’t feel it was great. I would read the words of others in awe and wish I could produce such engaging and brilliant prose. I hid and often destroyed my words because of fear I would get found out, that I wasn’t a writer.” Then I realized that finding my own unique voice is the only thing that matters. If I think and feel great then the rest is really irrelevant. So many of us spend our lives judging our worth by the standard of others we forget to dream. If we do dream, we kill our dreams before anyone else gets a chance to kill them for us.

For me, this quote by Marianne Williamson (often attributed to Nelson Mandela ) rings true.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

I hope my post will encourage someone out there to start weaving some dreams of their own ,no matter how far fetched.  I am feeling a bit reflective and appreciative today.

If you’re in Kingston visit the Dream Weaver at the National Gallery in Kingston,Jamaica.  Run your dreams and ideas by her ,I can personally vouch that she’s a pretty good listener.


    • May 30, 2013 / 1:42 am

      They are both. We aspire to our dreams and once we achieve them we keep working to mantain them or we aspire to new ones. Usually we have several .

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