Thursday, November 13, 2008
Bag with Wings
I carry my blessings in my dreams. While sleeping, I float above the horizon and dream obsessively about portable containers, such as suitcases, car trunks, and handbags.. Mostly, I can't get everything into them. They explode, fall apart, become unglued, and float away. Inevitably and exhaustedly I surrender the battle to control the packing. Then my wings evaporate, and I fall. Realizing I can't go from one place to another, I wake up at home.
10 x 12 inches, paint on maps on panel