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in the stream/in this dream
Alex talks to the plants.
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I woke up from a dream that disoriented me for the rest of the day. I woke up in what I thought was my room. This often happens. I’m not really awake yet, it’s not my real room–it was a large gymnasium type room with high ceilings. My bed was in the center. I’m not quite sure but I think I more like a yo, a Korean style mat bed.
I looked around my room which had been completely transformed into a site specific installation piece. I had painted the walls and made sculptural elements that bulged out out the floor and walls. Pieces of burlap were layered and painted over in a messy way with white paint. Crazy writing covered the walls, things I can’t quite remember, but they were juvenile scribblings with my name repeated over and over. There were burns in the sculptures and the whole room looked like the disturbed creations of a mentally ill artist. Like someone who had been locked in a large studio, and this was the result of months of solitude.
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