Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Dreamer

9:00 AM! Where have I been? In Paris or London, Italy or Japan? Oh! I've slept and vivid dreamed again. I think I have the answer, though. I've been in downtown San Francisco. My sister Peg was on the go, and we met somewhere down below... yes, under the Golden Gate Bridge, I think. I was drawing there in pen and ink. She introduced a man to me. His name was Salvatore Dali. I was quite impressed, you see. I love the art of the man, Dali. He took us on a tour, quite grand! He wanted my mind to expand, and look at the world of Dali Land. I was overwhelmed with sights - most were fine, and some were frights. The colors, patterns and made up faces... textures, symbols, and use of spaces... odd kinds of angles and things in strange places. Up and down in elevators and lifts we went. I've no idea how long we spent, climbing stairs of stone and wood, but I tell you, the work was good! Not all Mr. Dali's, Oh, no. There were one's, he said that were yet to go. What he meant, I didn't know. Then he stated, that some awaited to be created. He was quite frank with me, and said this meeting was meant to be. I'm supposed to create art with him. You see, I must go into meditation and collaborate on my next creation. When we're done, we'll look with fascination, at a Dali like piece,with a slight deviation, it will have manifested from Jean's imagination. It's all so strange, the places I've been and things I've seen. But, I thank the Universe for this vivid dream.

Friday, July 16, 2010

It was hotter than Hades this summer day. The pool, no doubt, was the place to play. But much to my surprise on arriving there, I saw two frogs - they were quite a pair. They were casually sitting upon each other - one was the kid, the other was the mother. I stared for a bit...not knowing what to do! Then thought for a minute, "They were probably hot, too". I watched while they jumped into the pool, but they didn't know the Golden Rule - "Look before you leap!", which they did not do. Before I knew it they were floundering. So, I jumped in the pool to retrieve the things. Put them up on the searing concrete... Hot for frogs with such little feet... Off they hopped with out any nods. And that's my story of the pool and the frogs!