Dream Visitation with Artist Carol Bove

This morning I had the weirdest dream.

I opened my eyes to find myself in the back garden of a ramshackle brownstone with a key in hand that opened the basement door, in front of which I was standing.

It led to a room with with an internal fire escape. I began climbing it, and on each floor was a piece of sculpture. The sculptures revealed themselves to me as a succession of charged objects: small twigs ceremoniously tied together; a stone with a coarsely scrawled evil eye. They seemed to suggest a summons for assistance. A plea for self recognition.

As the floors got higher, the sculptures became larger; a frameless door suspended by nothing in one room, the frame itself on a brick wall in an adjacent room. (Imagine that Tarsem Singh of The Cell and The Fall re-designed New York's majestic immersive art/theater installation, Sleep No More).

In the second to last room was this: 

Carol Bove, The Night Sky Over New York, 2007

Behind it was a tiny black door that I unlocked and opened. A burst of light flooded through a kitchen window as my eyes adjusted on a beautiful lady illuminated by midday sun.

In her arms was a grey tabby cat and on a table in front of her a giant vegan sandwich, both gifts to me for having found my way through my own unconscious mind.

Thanks Seagull V.I.P. client and friend Carol Bove! For the cat and the sandwich and the REALLY intense conversation from weeks ago that obviously inspired this dream.

xo - Shaun SureThing.