Since that time I've painted in this way alone, at home, nearly everyday. The reverie I enter, the sense I have that I am immersed in the river of images coming from the dream center of me, carries over and seems to be linked now to the process of simply picking up a paint brush. In order to paint in this way more comfortably at home, I've bought a 6x4 sheet of insulation material, gessoed it white and use it as a light, portable painting wall. I have a mighty array of tempera paints in red, magenta, yellow, blue, turquoise, green, brown, black, white and violet, and I've mixed many more colors - a good blood red, a peachy pink, an irridescent blue violet, an earthy tan, several greys, and bright oranges. The more the merrier.
Color stimulates ideas and images.
Sometimes just the sight of the fiery orange red makes me realize how much I truly long to paint flames coming out of the mouth of the monster painted in black, bilious green, and warty brown. Or the pink sends me into the smell of roses and the desire to fill a corner of the painting with flowers. I've found this useful when I'm stuck, as well as powerful feedback when the picture is finished. Having others project into the picture has moved me along. Inviting projection of this sort is not part of the traditional painting process as defined by Cassou and Cubley, but it works for me, and I suspect it will for others.