My friend Sarah N. tells me there are spirit guides assigned to each of us.
I guess that makes as much sense as anything else.
She says I can meet them in my dreams if I ask. So I do.
Then I have the worst nightmares I’ve ever had.
“You have to ask them not to scare you,” Sarah says. Good to know.
A couple of weeks later I work up the courage to try again.
Before I go to sleep, I ask them not to scare me.
That night I dream I’m flying. To my left is a young surfer dude flying next to me. He gives me the Shaka sign and a huge possum-eating grin. Like “Is this better?” Very funny.
To my right is an even younger guy, but he’s very serious and absolutely silent.
Apparently I’ve got Penn and Teller as my spirit guides. Awesome.
Over the years, they’re still there. Sometimes it’s just the funny one. Often there is a giant dog next to me, but I know it’s the funny one in different form.
I’ve dreamed of that dog since I was a little girl, by the way.
Sarah says you can ask for their names. I have, but they’ve never told me.
Last year I dreamed these sculptures - their shapes anyway. I couldn’t see the rest. I’d just gotten back from Scotland (a very spiritual place for me) with a giant suitcase full of hand spun and and hand dyed wool. Fred helped me weld the bases, then I used polyethylene foam to build the structures. Wrapping the structures in that yarn was wonderful. I felt like I brought something existential into the material world, and it was a very sacred and joyful feeling.
They love to be hugged and talked to. They’re funny. They’re wise. They are full of love.
You can see the collection at Miller Gallery later this year (show TBD).