OPENING UP MY DREAM SKETCH BOOK
I would
like to share my method of using dreams as inspiration for artwork. I've
been keeping two journals for a long time. One is a text/sketch
dream journal, the other is a purely visual image journal. I have
dedicated myself to do this process on every memorable dream.
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DREAM
ONE: SHARKS
DON'T LIKE FRENCH BREAD Dream Text: "...over the shark. Now I am on an empty beach. People packed up and left. I throw a half loaf of french bread into the water. Then I realize: "Sharks don't' like French bread." |
DREAM
TWO: MOLDY
SCOTCH Dream text: "..."How about some scotch?" My sister walks down the stairs which are behind us but doesn't say a word. She just opens the refrigerator door. All that is in fridge is alcohol, but it very old. There is no scotch. "How about I just take what's in that paper bag?" Open up the bag and its a green liquid, bottle has been opened, film of mold on top with chunks of mold (unreadable) floating on the top and sides of the bottle. "I can't let you drink this!!" He looked at me and started sobbing... I woke up startled by the sound of the Baptist Church singers during services singing and ringing church bell...its early so I will try to re-enter this dream" ---unscrewed cap, no label on bottle ---moldy film on liquid - circular mold - sediment of alcohol--floating mold. |
DREAM
THREE: PARTY
GIRL Dream Text: Drinking at a party. My hair is darker and shorter than normal. I am very skinny. New Years Party. Confetti and Balloons. |
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These are Laura's winning submissions from the 2004 Multisensory Dream Telepathy Contest:
(The Target was a Pineapple.)
Dream One Title: The
Essential Spirit Drink. Rainy afternoon, I park my car in a small parking lot in front of a small mini-strip mall. There are only three stores, and the reason I stop is because I spot a life sized wooden, posable mannequin in a window display. It has a price sticker on its forehead, but I can’t read it because I am too far away. The store that this is displayed in is currently closed, but the sign on the door said: Back in 10 minutes. They are art stores, featuring hand made items from local artisans. They are all connected through doorways. I am not impressed with the first store; it is messy, tacky quality ceramic items on the floor, papers strewn about. I leave immediately, not wanting to have to dig through the crap to find something decent. The second store is surprisingly huge with very very high cathedral ceilings. There are glass display shelves with handmade beaded jewelry, whimsical decorative items, pillows and highly detailed fabrics. The feel very rough for something that looks so soft. Some are hanging on the walls. There is very tall tubular piping (sort of like pvc plumbing, only thinner and clear in color) going floor to ceiling with hand blown glass globes being displayed on them. I peer into the third store door, which is now open for business. That is where I see the life sized man mannequin. I am surprised to see that this is actually a very trendy bar, serving appetizers and alcoholic drinks. The bartender / owner is flirting with me, and explains this is the new wave of restaurants / artist consignment / bar. We discuss consignment, he winks, and offers to blend me a drink called: Lime Away. I tell him I would prefer a Lime Ricky. He goes to the refrigerator, which has a full glass front, very commercial / industrial looking, and he removes a frozen lime concentrate mixture from a container with an ice cream scoop. He starts pouring multiple glasses of these citrus flavored drinks into frosted glasses. Although its cold and refreshing, my mouth puckers because it tastes like a very sour margarita. He tells me that the drinks and the mannequin costs $50.00.
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Dream Two
Title: The hunt
for employment continues. Unexpected elements: Inoperable computer mouse, not wearing bra. I have replied to a newspaper advertisement for a job position called: Your Virtual Assistant. I fax my resume to a temporary job placement agency called Professionally Yours and get an immediate reply. They ask me to come to their office so my computer skills can be tested. I put on a business casual outfit of black skirt and white blouse. When I get to the office, I am embarrassed that I have forgotten to put on a bra when wearing a white shirt. The female placement agent gives me a Dixie cup with Poland springs water, sits me in front of a computer and tells me to being the computer knowledge test. The computer mouse is broken, but I use keyboard shortcut commands, but know that this will affect my final test score. Dream shifts to her office, which is overly decorated with huge plants, ferns, rubber trees…it has an almost tropical rain forest theme. She tells me that I can choose from a list of companies to work for: A builders association, the “funky fun comedy factory”, or hospice administration.
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Email Laura: ArtThatGlows@cox.net
Website: www.arthatglows.com