A large white sheet on the floor, the performance artist rolls herself in paint and then bounces horizontally across, rolling, leaving prints in the shape of large cigars, mummies. Then she rolls in another color and bounces across again. Each color is for a nationality, and its human rights abuses. The audience murmurs in approval. "Yes, I am from Honduras," a man says, after she leaves olive-green prints across the sheet. At the end, the performance artist is left panting with the effort. I wake up panting.
That's an amazing dream! A call to create?
Posted by: marja-leena | Wednesday, February 04, 2009 at 09:51 AM
I think it's just the result of lots of tossing and turning.
Posted by: Leslee | Wednesday, February 04, 2009 at 10:12 AM
Your tossing and turning are so much more artistic than are mine! Nice. Very nice.
Posted by: Kat | Wednesday, February 04, 2009 at 12:08 PM
Terrific!
Posted by: Dave | Thursday, February 05, 2009 at 02:18 PM
Thanks, Kat and Dave. My dreams are being more creative than my waking self.
Posted by: Leslee | Thursday, February 05, 2009 at 06:40 PM