“I often imagine surfing the waves of energy that roll through the universe and change everything in their path, including the rider. Enjoy the ride!” Teresa Espaniola, www.gARTbage.org
I had a dream this afternoon, in the hour between my alarm going off and really waking up, that I was waiting tables in a lakefront restaurant. The couple at my table were telling me that they had just eaten at Fore St., in Portland, Me., and that it had been so good the husband had started crying during dinner. As I asked them where they had sat, at a table by the open kitchen or at the bar, the lake waves grew in size, and crashed on the windows of the restaurant. Big waves rolled in from the void. We had to evacuate. I found myself in an underground bunker, with a general store, and a small bowling alley. I rolled a joint for the locals, with tobacco, and passed it around. But I did not inhale.
Trash Whale, a short documentary about school kids, the ocean, garbage, and the art of Teresa Espaniola.
I had a dream about collecting crystals (maybe I needed five in total), stealing them, and then hiding in Amsterdam. You know, it’s a small city. You’ll run into someone there eventually.
Did you draw this? It’s beautiful. I’ll post it on my blog and give credit to your blog 🙂