In the autumn, I borrowed a bear skull
and brought it into my studio.
I studied the bear skull.
The bear skull studied me.
I drew the bear skull and
painted the bear skull, and then
the dreams began.
In early November, hibernation time,
dreams filled the nights and followed me
into the day with bear like persistence.
Day after day,
I crafted the dreams into poems,
until I began to feel wired into something
beyond self, until I began to wonder if the
dreams were meant to be shared.
Bears and Dreams, a one hour performance of poems,
some in the voice of bear, many in the voice of the dreamer,
was born of this experience.
Before the performance, people wandered in the
Landscapes of Dreams, an installation comprised of
twenty two suspended luminaries.
A window cut into each luminary offers a view
of one of the settings to be encountered later
during the performance.
