Darren Daz Cox, now in Pekin Illinois!
My dreams last night
I was in college (common theme in my dreams still even though I graduated in ’99) walking briskly through rooms and coridoors as you generally do in a large college until I saw a group of elevators. One elevator had a sign by it and while it wasn’t specifically targeted to me (I don’t remember what it said, in fact i don’t think it said anything) I got on that elevator.
Feeling like a tourist but not caring, I figured I’d just see where this ended up. The elevator started on floor 1 and the floors it went to were floor 2 and floor 20. We travelled up to floor 20 where it was outside, a park like setting but with huge huge stone buildings. They were beautiful and majestic like a late renaissance painting of Venice, a jade green stone domed building that was a ruin, but not in a tragic way, a beautiful ruin like the Acropolis or Colluseum. The other buildings were being used as art studios, one was full of marble sculptures – wow!
I walked closer and saw that there was art everywhere, I remember carefully navigating ivory carvings and pottery until I reached a group of angular lampshade shaped glass modern art sculptures. There was a man there and we discussed the aescetic qualities of the sculptures. then i woke up…
The painting is called "Flicker of Dreams" it is acrylic paint on canvas and was in 2000 AD by Darren Daz Cox <-Me!
~*Storm Angels Gemini Art By Darren Daz Cox*~
Originally posted 2008-02-14 14:19:32. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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March 7th, 2008 at 5:19 pm
I have dreams all the time about going off to the college dorm. I always have trouble finding my room, or finding my way back to my room. The corridors become labyrinthine, the elevators unreliable or shrinking like diabolical spy device from the ’60s. I remember once I had to hoist myself up through a trap door to get to my floor. If I do find my room, I never have the key, though usually I can get in anyway. I’m not usually feeling panicked or weird, I just keep wandering and looking.
and I still haven’t found… what I’m lookin’ for…