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Puppetmaster Dream
Yesterday morning I had the craziest dream...woke dumbfounded.
I had been part of a group of people sent through a humiliating bootcampish prisoner-ish line-up obstacle course like area. Several guards revelling in their positions of power and making up humiliations as we went a long. Lots of crawling on all fours...heads down, hands over heads, rushing as they laughed.
This went on for quite a while. It was terrible.And part of a whole evil 'revolution' of sorts.
Then somehow I am in a white fairly bright room...and I am gazing at these 3D models....toylike but so UNBELIEVABLY intricate, so unfathomably detailed and precise... a SANE person could NOT have made them. It was the genius obsession of Absolute Madness. In particular I remember looking at this ice realm...with a pond and caves and excrutiatingly intricate patterned/crystal formations in the ice....all this made somehow by hand...with such precision...there were layers...like a large wedding cake...in which other realms were hidden...and on the bottom layer the divisions were vertical slicelike...in mathematical perfection...revealing an inner chamber if looked at from one exact direction. I cannot explain in words how crazy the details were in this. All I can say is that in the dream and then even in waking I still believed/believe it was impossible for someone to even be able to see such a thing...that it was not of this world.
In the dream I knew that the maker was in the room and that he was Insane to such a degree that it was just inhuman....and I lifted my eyes from the models and looked at the face. This man..was the leader of the whole 'system' that was being implemented outside...the reason for the prisoners...the person behind this malignant 'revolution'.His mind was so complex and convoluted...autistic immensely dangerous genius. So many things going through my mind but I felt it important to relay something about my taking in of these models he made..my appreciation despite the obvious madness that made them obviously repugnant somehow. I looked into his eyes with my head cocked to one side...and everything I could not say coming out of my eyes.
And in a sort of quick gasp movement he backed away and disappeared in a flash. Above the white bed where he had been (illness?)was a dark brown wood cubbeyhole, fairly large...and out from that space came a PUPPET-KING....a marionette...wooden and elaborately dressed and painted...(again the vividness of this visual was shocking- I so wish I could share)and the puppet 'looked' at me and began to go into convulsions of some sort. Somehow this triggered a realization in me...and I said to myself "Ah, this is where the Puppetmaster falls in love with the Girl" and I smiled to myself understanding the story I was about to be a part of as if remembering a very rich classic ancient tale.
You see, the 'PuppetMaster' was in fact the Leader-madman...He could not deal with the new emotion that he felt when the girl (played by me)looked at him with the tinge of understanding that he had never experienced before...and so he assigned the experience to one of his split-personalities...in the form of the puppetmaster (which was but one of many but a main one).
And now the drama would have to work itself out...in that there would of course be a battle of sorts between the leader personality and this 'puppet' aspect of himself and all the other personalities...and it would be a long and dramatic story that kept the audience (me also even though I was playing a role) at the edge of their seat. It had more of the quality of The Nutcracker than of a modern tale....I so wish I could play for you those scenes I saw so clearly...
I just don't understand how my mind could have come up with the amount of visual detail it did..
SO CRAZY.
I had been part of a group of people sent through a humiliating bootcampish prisoner-ish line-up obstacle course like area. Several guards revelling in their positions of power and making up humiliations as we went a long. Lots of crawling on all fours...heads down, hands over heads, rushing as they laughed.
This went on for quite a while. It was terrible.And part of a whole evil 'revolution' of sorts.
Then somehow I am in a white fairly bright room...and I am gazing at these 3D models....toylike but so UNBELIEVABLY intricate, so unfathomably detailed and precise... a SANE person could NOT have made them. It was the genius obsession of Absolute Madness. In particular I remember looking at this ice realm...with a pond and caves and excrutiatingly intricate patterned/crystal formations in the ice....all this made somehow by hand...with such precision...there were layers...like a large wedding cake...in which other realms were hidden...and on the bottom layer the divisions were vertical slicelike...in mathematical perfection...revealing an inner chamber if looked at from one exact direction. I cannot explain in words how crazy the details were in this. All I can say is that in the dream and then even in waking I still believed/believe it was impossible for someone to even be able to see such a thing...that it was not of this world.
In the dream I knew that the maker was in the room and that he was Insane to such a degree that it was just inhuman....and I lifted my eyes from the models and looked at the face. This man..was the leader of the whole 'system' that was being implemented outside...the reason for the prisoners...the person behind this malignant 'revolution'.His mind was so complex and convoluted...autistic immensely dangerous genius. So many things going through my mind but I felt it important to relay something about my taking in of these models he made..my appreciation despite the obvious madness that made them obviously repugnant somehow. I looked into his eyes with my head cocked to one side...and everything I could not say coming out of my eyes.
And in a sort of quick gasp movement he backed away and disappeared in a flash. Above the white bed where he had been (illness?)was a dark brown wood cubbeyhole, fairly large...and out from that space came a PUPPET-KING....a marionette...wooden and elaborately dressed and painted...(again the vividness of this visual was shocking- I so wish I could share)and the puppet 'looked' at me and began to go into convulsions of some sort. Somehow this triggered a realization in me...and I said to myself "Ah, this is where the Puppetmaster falls in love with the Girl" and I smiled to myself understanding the story I was about to be a part of as if remembering a very rich classic ancient tale.
You see, the 'PuppetMaster' was in fact the Leader-madman...He could not deal with the new emotion that he felt when the girl (played by me)looked at him with the tinge of understanding that he had never experienced before...and so he assigned the experience to one of his split-personalities...in the form of the puppetmaster (which was but one of many but a main one).
And now the drama would have to work itself out...in that there would of course be a battle of sorts between the leader personality and this 'puppet' aspect of himself and all the other personalities...and it would be a long and dramatic story that kept the audience (me also even though I was playing a role) at the edge of their seat. It had more of the quality of The Nutcracker than of a modern tale....I so wish I could play for you those scenes I saw so clearly...
I just don't understand how my mind could have come up with the amount of visual detail it did..
SO CRAZY.
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http://www.samiamru.com/painting/ check out #7 as you go to the right. it's a TERRIBLE slide but maybe you can see it? you can right click and zoom in. oh well. someday. :)
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But now I've got a teeny spurt of bravery so PLEASE elaborate. I'm sure it's and endless fall into your brain...but I'll take a few steps down if you'll let me in..?
And yes, I really wish we lived closer too.*sigh*
I think we'd make really good real live activity/collaboration friends too. imagine..
well, I guess we'll just see how it plays out.
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the little people are jsut there waiting to get out.my paper people are silly little fellows everyone knows but not as we know them in their daily life it's the way they are when nobody's looking.
really I'm appalling at talking about my art in any way. I'd never be able to give one of those artists discussions and have felt like painting for a living would be very hard if I didn't ahve a line to sell. not that it's a "line" but if I had to make one up it would feel like it to me. ahhh the struggle to communicate without boxing in the viewer from seeing what they want. what people see in my paintings is always sooo much more interesting than what I was thinking or felt. how do I say that in a discussion?
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and the more 'Story' looking ones?