While awake...

On Friday I went to an art opening in the Downtown Art district. My friend and I saw such things as "A Period Piece" which consisted of nine square shaped canvases with petridish shaped paintings. We didn't linger long enough to find out what the paint consisted of, but the price tag for all nine pieces was around $9000.

Thankfully honorable art is but a click away...
Helene Schjerfbeck
Arunas Zilys
John Bauer
Axel Gallen-Kallela

I receive a package from him. It's a stack of pages that together tell a story. A comic if you will. But the story is for me. As I look through the pages the pictures come alive and everything takes a three dimensional shape. I see everything happen as if I am part of it. The pictures are actually cut outs and he is moving them as a puppeteer would, with intricate strings attached to every little picture that moves. I stand between the pictures and him but I notice that he is tall and looming. Right before the end I see a bit of his face.

I am invited for a ride on what looks to be a steam driven car. A little boy runs up to me and I help him up on the car before I climb up. The little boy is very curious about who I am. He asks me if I am married. I say yes. He says, so is my dad.

While barely awake...

A and I are fasting today. We're cleansing out our systems in preparation for next weekend and the week after, when our systems once again will be clogged up with enormous amounts of good food and wine. No wine will be allowed until next Friday. A very harsh test indeed. On top of that we have chosen to endure a week of meager dieting.

As a placebo meal we spent some time planning the menue for the upcoming festivities. I am sure it must be the female strand in me that makes planning and organizing an absolute joy whereas A has shown surprisingly little interest in such things as where the kitchen table should be moved in order to maximize space or what color napkins will go best with the overall color scheme.

In the meantime the hundreds upon hundreds of CDs have been alphabetized, the shoe closet rearranged, and unassuming piles of trash are waiting to be thrown out.

While awake...

Either I need to figure out a way to craft about 30 of these kinds of things or simply place an order... and probably pay close to $3-4/item.
At least there is no lack of inspiration!

Unfortunately I don't have skills to craft these...

The Pendulum Game

Inside the hangar the man hangs upside down from a thick rope. The rope is attached to the propeller of a plane. In his hand a gun. Another man sits on top of the plane, getting ready to swing himself with the unattached part of the rope so that he somehow can get closer to the other man and perhaps release him. The hanging man yells warnings - don't come closer or I'll shoot you. But the other man does an acrobatic move, and manages to get enough momentum to swing himself like a human pendulum up and wrapped around the body of the plane so that he ends up exactly next to the hanging man. Hanging man tries to fight. Other man manages to shield himself and finally unties hanging man. That is when I see the symbol that signifies this part of the game. I quickly run out of this room and outside I see the whole map. For a moment the outline of each secret symbol light up. I wish I could memorize them all, but all I can remember is that one of them is near a cave by the beach.

Far up, miles above the Earth, I stand on the deck of the airborne ship. I think we're either surveying the damage or trying to repair it. For a moment I stand on the very rim with nothing but my hands holding onto the hard metal that separates me from the thin air arround this vessel. I am filled with fear as I see how far it is to the ground. Someone fell earlier. I see it in fragments. Someone who fell and got ripped into shreds while falling and who is now a mishmash of flesh and limbs and vaporised blood strewn around all over the ground. It is a terrible thing to see even if I only see part of it. The horror of the fall, the horror of the last moments etch themselves into my fearfilled mind. I regain some sense of presence and hoist myself back onto the deck. That sense of momentary security is so reassuring! A man walks up to me, someone I have never met before. We're assigned to complete this work together and have to rely on each other because that is how it is. Everyone has to work with someone else, for safety. Thankfully we seem to get along.

Behind the house, overlooking the flat plains from the top of the hill, I see something from the corner of my eye. A small plane has just spit out someone, a parachuter. Only he is way too low and even as I see the parachute unfold I know he must be falling to a sure and serious injury. Now I stand at the bottom of the hill. It's winter and up on the hillside near the aspen trees he falls. A hard landing on what even seems to be icy snow. I hold my breath and watch. Then he gets up with such a graceful bounce that it's almost an insult to me as a worried onlooker. Without the slightest sign of pain or bruise he works his way up the icy slope. I follow and find myself struggling with the slippery surface. Someone asks the man if he's hurt but he shakes it off easily. I don't think it was intended for him to fall from such a low altitude but he sure was able to recover nicely!