gallery window in Portland
Something about this image reminds me of reading Wendy's dreams. Maybe because of the red-eyed rabbits, but more because of the strangeness. Wendy transcribes her dreams without artifice, revealing even the most bizarre details without a hint of self-consciousness. And without artifice, they transcend the dream diary and become art. Red-eyed rabbits, where did you travel last night?
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Oh! Ah! This is so funny, because I did not scroll down when I looked at the other post you had for yesterday--terminal transfer--which I adore. Thank you! Thank you doesn't even really say it, though...I'll take it as inspiration to keep making note of those happenings behind the eyes in the dark of night. XOXO
Posted by Wendy C. Ortiz | June 1, 2006 5:23 PM
Posted on June 1, 2006 17:23