Feb 1st after a night of strange dreams not uncommon. Confusing perhaps nightmares three hours between sleep and dreams reality is or isn’t visiting. Aug-Jan. What happened in Ct. a blur. Out of control, focus on new life prepare/discard old identity
A Black and White Cookie, Recognition, Poignant good byes, lunch SMILES HIGH. Ripping up prints giving away tools shredding journals shredding my legacy my life what I dreamed would be left so people would know me be able to piece together a self portrait? LOST LOW.
1:44 am Bedside table
Now where is my self? A New Muse 1/30 night before I stress over, where are my tools? How do I reach my inspiration? “What comes next” she said
I think Studio there is no studio, control there is no control. Does something always come next? I wonder? Old roads today by way of a CD images from other life’s all mine but somehow disconnected from now. But at times I am back in Providence at Rites and Reason with Playwright George Bass.
The epic play George wrote as the Finishing piece of “The Blacker the Berry the Sweeter the Juice” A 40 day ritual drama of Myth, Dreams and History.
Sweet Sleep pjc