I dream about my childhood adventures a lot. Places hidden in the mountains, far enough away from home that I wake up in a panic wondering how I could get to work on time. A little bit Tyrell museum, a little bit Mesa from Minecraft. Highways become Hot Wheels tracks. Familiar lakes are displaced wherever the landscape builds around them. In this case, inside a huge underground amethyst geode!
In my dream, I wanted to find the lake so badly. I knew it was there, with pathways carved into the rock and torches casting flickering light over the glittering quartz walls. I didn't find it in my dream, but through painting, I was able to coerce it into reality. That's the power of being an artist or a writer.
I started with a doodle I did during a coffee break at work. Then I practiced a little bit with an amethyst study, since I didn't think I could accurately paint one from memory alone! And then I did a practice run in my sketchbook to see if it would work as a painting (working on composition, lighting, colour).