I used to have a recurring dream. It was at a time in my life when although I was working in a creative position, I wasn't having the opportunity to express myself authentically. In the dream I had discovered a building full of odd things. Perhaps this was an abandoned manufacturing warehouse, for everywhere there were fascinating objects or discarded toys and each had a story to tell, or represented an idea, or evoked a feeling, or sang, shimmered, glowed, or lit up. In my dream the discovery of this forgotten place was like finding a secret treasure trove and one of the best parts was that it seemed to just go on and on, one room opening to another. Each time I had this dream I would find something new.
Viewing the installation of Chain Letter at Shoshana Wayne Gallery reminds me of this dream.
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