Another dream of breathless exertion. This time I awoke from climbing an almost vertical street covered with snow over treacherous patches of ice on my way to an art gallery in downtown Hamilton.
A tricky climb, I struggled on hands and knees past a new development of identical one storey bungalows set far back from the street before finally reaching the small storefront gallery which to my excitement was also a coffee house atop this crazy man made mountain. As I paid for a cup of steaming coffee and a cookie I questioned their wisdom of situating their gallery atop a hill. Their reply came as a question - "Have you never been to NY?" I couldn’t understand what bearing that had on anything - but I said I used to live in NY tying to recall in what way if any NY was known for hills - dreams have their own unfathomable rules - nor do I recall taking one sip of that coffee or one bite of that cookie before waking up. Hungry.
A tricky climb, I struggled on hands and knees past a new development of identical one storey bungalows set far back from the street before finally reaching the small storefront gallery which to my excitement was also a coffee house atop this crazy man made mountain. As I paid for a cup of steaming coffee and a cookie I questioned their wisdom of situating their gallery atop a hill. Their reply came as a question - "Have you never been to NY?" I couldn’t understand what bearing that had on anything - but I said I used to live in NY tying to recall in what way if any NY was known for hills - dreams have their own unfathomable rules - nor do I recall taking one sip of that coffee or one bite of that cookie before waking up. Hungry.
pastel and charcoal on strathmore 18"x24"
MCL(marciacohenlabelle) © 2014
Wow I like it all. The dream. Getting to a gallery on a hill, in New York. There is a bit of a slope between Times Square and the MoMA! And coffee and cookies right there. The MoMA. It has it all, and should have your work for sure!
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Thank you, Barbara! That’s a wonderful interpretation that I would love to go along with but topographically there’s not the remotest resemblance to NY - it was one of those jeering, mocking dreams resplendent with taunting non sequiturs, i know because the dream had a prologue which discretion doesn’t allow me to reveal. The following night I had a sequel whereby I was on top of a shaking ladder scraping paint hanging on and falling off simultaneously. Clearly I’m trying to ascend to a higher level but I need to establish a more secure support.
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The foreshortening, the way the foot describes the floor, the lost and found lines - just wonderful, absolutely wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Connie, your comment means a great deal to me particularly since I am a fan of your beautiful work!
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