Took the train to Center City. Then bought a new pair of shoes to replace an old pair full of holes and covered in paint. Walked to Callowhill. Walked to Fairmount. Walked back to Northern Liberties. Walked up to Kensington. Walked in the daylight. Walked in the sun. Drank tea and walked further.
Saw the tired. Saw the homeless. Saw the crazed. Saw the 9 to 5ers and the unemployed. Saw people up all night and people just starting their day. Saw the soup kitchens. Saw the cafes. Saw the backyard barbecues. Saw the empty park benches. Saw the morning air fade. Felt my slanted nose with sudden pain and walked on further into the day.
I dreamt I was a simple man, walking in the woods. I imagined the skyscrapers to be giant mountains and the roadways little streams. Trees everywhere. People’s voices distant bird calls. And so much greenery. I thought what it would be like if every day I started with a walk, and instead of a city I had an endless wilderness to call all my own. I thought this and I continued my walk home.
an excerpt from a forthcoming book of love poems devoted to the inner muse
The muse floats in on a breeze set from far south.
A springtime celebration of all that is.
Satiate the writer with your arid flow.
On the opposite end of the dream is a new reality.
Crossing oceans. Crossing continents.
Bliss is a fail safe for the undramatic.
A king’s ecstasy in love for the one who created him years ago.
Passion. Satisfaction. Exactly what was meant to unfold.
So on the magic day of 4/20 I held a Good Vibes Party at my house. Once inside the Dream Oven, I led people into an installation inside the middle room which I kept referring to as “My Mind”. This was perhaps the first actual dream exhibition that I have ever held as it featured a tv installation based on a dream I had while in Berlin. Previously the so-called dream exhibitions I have hosted have been more about creating a dream space that engages the audience member into having their own dream. Here was something different! Something new! The audience was entering my own dream!
Over the last year, I have been working towards transparency and openness and it was very exciting to bridge this pursuit with my art acting as tour guide and telling viewers “This is my mind, this is what it looks like in there, welcome! Let me tell you about a dream I had!”
Welcome to the inside of my mind! You can enter and enjoy the ambiance below:
This is a prototype flame for the revamped cover of my first collection of short stories “The Sleepers / A Midsummer Day’s Dream”. The flame is made up of the collaged image of a fire I helped stoke on top of a mountain in Binghamton, NY last April while on a book tour promoting this very book. Ten feet from the fire stood a tall weathered teepee and the scene resembled something out of A Midsummer Day’s Dream. Well, except for the last gasp rebirth orgasm that haunts Thomas Venireal through his untimely end.
It is my intention with digital renderings such as this to take a piece from a photograph of something very real and mold it into a greater surreality. My hope is to capture the essence of that specific moment and multiply it exponentially sharing its energy with others. It is like treating the reality as material and through a digital process reshaping it into a new one. The process for me feels very much like lucid dreaming, where anything is possible. Time can be frozen and certain aspects can be handled roughly, molded, and dyed creating a new environment. It is the dream labors of the digital generation.
If you would like to buy a copy of this book before the cover change, you can grab a copy here: http://www.amazon.com/The-Sleepers-Midsummer-Days-Dream/dp/061592624X/ref=cm_sw_em_r_awd_hvsBtb12TK1G4_tt. The words deserve your attention, as they will transport you through a grand dream world of stark beauty. Enjoy!