Wow just woke up from a whole big world party creative event with tons of people in a big art space in a building as the exhibit celebration day was coming and t all seemed secret underground somehow! I was desperately looking for two particular women, one a luscious wonderful art teacher, like my ex hippy piano teacher Suzin Greene from high school, and that same strange professional artist woman from many of my dreams all my life. The other one was a young black woman, maybe early 20s who also was key to my artistic creation! Last minute - late in the preparation day for tomorrow! Both women were.
I'll call the first woman Suzin. I had just spoken to her but now where was she exactly. I'll call the black chick Shereel. I went from floor to floor. It had this strange penultimate somehow intimate importance that I find them and finish the work!
Floor to floor, people everywhere, working on and finishing their projects or doing who knows what. I'd left my shoes by a certain door and then came back around and saw them again but for now that was the least of my hassles.
Where was Suzin!?!?!? She would know where Shereel was and she would know what to do next! At one point I rock on through the upstairs spaces and a big crowd all gathered in a big room and I shout something for all to hear as I pass by... gloriously desperately as I go. What did I shout? They all heard and if not understood fully probably understood it's spirit.
No time now no time.... I moved on and came around over through that doorway where Id seen a young black dtwde before and passed him up in my haste and now here he is again! He is only vaguely connected to Shereel and I doubt knows where she is. We'd been only aquatinted during this big art camp session weeks previously and I wouldn't bother to talk to him but now he says "hey man" conceding interest in further conversation largely because of my urgency which is generating a strange underground notoriety. I still barely have time for him.
Foreign people too it seems, Europeans, Africans, Asians in the halls. Americans too of course. Hundreds of art camp attendees.
Lights, setups. Talking and laughter and bustling work.
Suzin was in that backroom on floor three I think I find her there or think she may be there again but not yet Shereel! What was the work? It was sexual in the big sense, necessary, personal, intimate, healing because intimate, wondrous and had to to with my salvation.
Suzin is encouraging, kind, but so busy herself with all the projects including her own that Ive really got to try and ask around which I do to find her and Shereel. 'I've still got the rest of today probably lots of people are scrambling to finish their projects today' I think as I come up to a certain escalator leading down to floor two.
God there was so much more... In the big more other space that was the dream! More specifics? Was it a painting I was doing? Aggh something, something.
I'll call the first woman Suzin. I had just spoken to her but now where was she exactly. I'll call the black chick Shereel. I went from floor to floor. It had this strange penultimate somehow intimate importance that I find them and finish the work!
Floor to floor, people everywhere, working on and finishing their projects or doing who knows what. I'd left my shoes by a certain door and then came back around and saw them again but for now that was the least of my hassles.
Where was Suzin!?!?!? She would know where Shereel was and she would know what to do next! At one point I rock on through the upstairs spaces and a big crowd all gathered in a big room and I shout something for all to hear as I pass by... gloriously desperately as I go. What did I shout? They all heard and if not understood fully probably understood it's spirit.
No time now no time.... I moved on and came around over through that doorway where Id seen a young black dtwde before and passed him up in my haste and now here he is again! He is only vaguely connected to Shereel and I doubt knows where she is. We'd been only aquatinted during this big art camp session weeks previously and I wouldn't bother to talk to him but now he says "hey man" conceding interest in further conversation largely because of my urgency which is generating a strange underground notoriety. I still barely have time for him.
Foreign people too it seems, Europeans, Africans, Asians in the halls. Americans too of course. Hundreds of art camp attendees.
Lights, setups. Talking and laughter and bustling work.
Suzin was in that backroom on floor three I think I find her there or think she may be there again but not yet Shereel! What was the work? It was sexual in the big sense, necessary, personal, intimate, healing because intimate, wondrous and had to to with my salvation.
Suzin is encouraging, kind, but so busy herself with all the projects including her own that Ive really got to try and ask around which I do to find her and Shereel. 'I've still got the rest of today probably lots of people are scrambling to finish their projects today' I think as I come up to a certain escalator leading down to floor two.
God there was so much more... In the big more other space that was the dream! More specifics? Was it a painting I was doing? Aggh something, something.
