There were floating blue spheres in my dream, a room with a happy baby, Sam Orr playing with a string group on a balcony outside – she saw me and waved.
We’d met in the reading room first – he was looking for an artist to step into his project, to amplify it. Lovely soft man who looked a bit like Stanley Tucci. I liked him. What media, he asked. When I said visual art he suggested I apprentice with one of the great women painters. Showed me a mug with famous paintings on it that changed when you looked at them. The originals don’t do that, he said. This is just for fun.
From the dream I rise via coffee into a bluster of a winters day, sunlight beaming impossibly through snow clouds, wind whipping up the flakes into silver swirls. Astonishingly beautiful. Ah! now they are all tiny prisims, a dance of spectrums.
I’m enchanted, like a little kid.
There’s a particular blue colour in snow shadows – the downward angle from roof vents in this case, but I remember the tree trunks from childhood too – lines across the snow like a blue horizontal forest. When the sun is bright that blue glows a translucent cobalt, sharp against the gold of sun-touched snow around it.
What was my question?
Ah. Artist statement, CV, Bio. Right. For the website, for two granting institutions, and for this week’s two residency proposals. Archiving all the work I’ve done these last 30 years in a neat, clean database.
When the young guy from Montreal asked me I said ‘I’m an artist who explores natural systems and the way they interact with human systems. I could talk about that all day if you like…”
So there you have it; that’s the door I go through to get this done.
Pegasus arrived in yesterday’s dream and just stayed. He paws the ground with his right front foot, nods his head up and down.
A big white horse with wings, impatient to get moving.