(Saturday, November 9, 2013) I awoke at 3 with many details of this dream but much has evaporated: Bonnie and I own a house together, split in the middle like a townhouse. We go down to the very deepest level, the level of the demonic. The rooms are a vast network of pristine catacombs, carved of stone, filled with artwork. But the artwork is cold and controlled, lacking in passion, playfulness or spirit. I realize that is what makes it demonic. Which seems to be the lesson of the dream.
Day notes:
I spent all day last Saturday at the SOFA (Sculptural Objects, Functional Art) show at Navy Pier in Chicago. It literally gave me a piercing headache in the nape of my neck. Most of the work was contrived and outrageously priced. Technique trumped soulful expression.
Maybe this dream is also a precursor to the conference Bonnie and I are attending on climate change in a few weeks at Carondelet.