This music accompanied a dream I had the other night in which I was wandering a big, old, wooden-floored, high-ceilinged house. I made my way up the stairs to the second floor and was intrigued by a large open loft to the third floor, where colored light was filtering down through what appeared to by cloudy sheet plastic. The only way up, as far as I could tell, was by climbing a rather flimsy set of horizontally-laid door frames which were suspended by string or monofilament or thin wire. I could see the artist up there, strolling around in and out of the installation. She was beautiful, and her hair was blowing gently, along with the sheets. She noticed me and said, “come on up, it’s okay.” So I sat on the first door frame and got to my feet, and then the next, around the room like just a hint of stairs. When I arrived at the top, she took my hand and showed me around the installation, smiling. I was very happy.
Date: January 25, 2015 at 02:13AM