I go to a cathedral to sketch the architecture and I notice a large portrait of the Virgin Mary done in a contemporary style. The background is all black and the face is abstract and colorful with eyes made from LCD display and they change colors and shape and become video, etc. I notice I’m alone in the church and overcome by an urge, I steal the Madonna off the wall and walk it back to my studio.
Category Archives: dream
Airplane Salvage
I go to visit a friend in Oregon… not Portland, but the second city; something like McClintlock… Not a real place, but he has a house overlooking the river and seems to be doing very well. He says he works in Airplane Salvage. It’s a bit like the deep sea divers who search for gold, only he finds airplane crashes and salvages all the crap in people’s luggage that gets scattered around the disaster. I say to my friend’s father, “Must be a lot of drugs, right? He must be going after the drug planes that run out of fuel and ditch with tons of cocaine?”
He assures me I am mistaken… “Those planes never crash,” he says. “These are just regular planes.”
Are there really that many plane crashes? Have I been missing something? I wonder.
The house is like one huge art installation, with moving bits of welded steel sculpture and lighting effects and a stage for performance, people are playing music all about, and dancing, and I try to shoot this “set” with my video camera and the father gets very upset. Later I find the father has rented the swimming pool for a Porno shoot. I don’t think I trust the father at all. I put my camera down on what turns out to be a burlap bale of Columbian Cannabis. McClintlock is one strange town.
Redream
I Found this image linked to my blog…. apparently randomly using a drawing of mine and few other things on flickr to create a “dream.” I found it interesting that it showed up while I was doing all these dream images. This is the website: drollic dreamer. I guess you type in a phrase and program searches images and smashes them into a dream image. I don’t know that I love the results, but I felt I should honor the coincidence.
Dream 3
Then in the chaos, they are separated and he flees the city with a small group that includes her sister, just back from studying in Poland, or was it Estonia? He avoids the little Estonian in deference to his love. But in the days that follow and the fears of the journey, they walk closer and laugh at nervous jokes and she hides in his coat when the wind blows and takes his hand at a sudden noise. Then they are often walking hand in hand. Nothing more has happened. She is pretty. She has a small frame, but an out sized personality; a bit of a wild child. She tells him stories of using her mother’s prescriptions to FedEx strange herbal drugs to Estonia. “They got you very high,” she said, “But also helped build Amino Acids…. so it didn’t feel like vice.” He smiles and nothing more has happened, but he has fallen in love with the sister just back from Estonia. He can’t help himself. It’s like the one sister has nudged the other sister right out of him. “What a mess,” he thinks and then he realizes that they are all going to die under the foot of a giant lizard. He kisses her beside a burnt tree. More happens.
Dream Weaver
Last night I had the strangest dream. I did a painting performance for JFK up in Canada. He didn’t look like JFK and he was too busy with politics to care much about my paintings. I offered him one, but he declined and I sort of agreed with him. One was too loose and the other too stiff. Later I went to some impossible Xanadu of a mall that seemed rendered in digital post production. The place was ornate and enormous and I got separated from my group from the JFK event (I think they were Hong Kong Chinese). I realized I had no idea where I was or how to get back to the hotel when I ended up walking through a sort vice court (like you have a food court in a mall, but this was all liquor and drugs and in the lower depths of the mall). Someone snatched my wallet and I chased him into a bar where the entire cast of characters there began a theatrical negotiation. If I agreed to give them 25% of the cash as a “reward”, they would return the wallet and I could even take part in the drinks they would buy. I didn’t think there were many options and I agreed and a man dressed like a brown leather Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland brought me my wallet and cell phone in paper bag. Someone was looking for me from the event, but I decided to sit down and stay a while with this looking glass menagerie of drunken thieves.
