D #2

the next day she went to the opening of a painting exhibition. she noticed that the artist had a strange look in his eyes, as if he was blind. the same night she dreamt she was with him. there was something strange on his face. with a closer look she found out that his eyes, his mouth, his nose, his whole skin and face, had been painted on a canvas that was stretched around his head, stitched to the back. she wondered how he could breathe through these two little painted black dots that were supposed to be nostrils. he had come very close to her face. she did not feel comfortable with that. she thought that he must have had many problems to have done that to himself, but with a look around she realized she was the only one without a canvas face in the room. at that point, she started worrying about problems of her own.

D #1

the first night she dreamt she was sitting on a pavement with a group of friends. they were eating a delicious food of mud, watching some black people that were working in a factory across the street, making anaglyph, mud, Parthenon plaques. after a while the workers started stretching the mud plaques on their faces, using them as masks and started staring at her. they seemed critical. she felt awkward and couldn’t understand how she had allowed herself to be found in that state.

Yukos

20Jul04