Dreams of nakedness

August 30th, 2009

Last night I dreamed I was sitting on the lawn of the college where I'm teaching, reading a book, with no shirt on. I was completely comfortable half naked on the lawn, quietly reading an artist's bio-probably De Kooning. Upon awakening, the simplicity of the metaphor became obvious- having my show on the walls of the gallery is much like exposing my vulnerable body to the world.

For better or worse, it's on the wall: my beliefs, goals, aesthetics, choices, abilities, values: my reality.

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