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This week I had a strange dream.
It was so vivid, it even had a title...
Incantation
The webcall has something
to do with the dream.
I would like to explore the idea of games and play and create a document about it. This document will serve to produce next year's Montagne Rouge / Ste-Adèle which will be about games and play.
I will be using this webspace as a calling spot and point of departure for this artistic exploration.
If you would like to participate please don't hesitate to send something in or to come and participate in one of our events.
There will also be an active discussion happening on the Laboratoire Vivre l'art libre Facebook page. Please come and join us.
Can you come out to play?
Rosemary Arroyave
July 23, 2009 |
I was on a dock, a lake dock like around here in the Laurentians on a hot summer day. There were some older children with me. Not mine, but they could have been. Kids have always all seemed mine. Twins, boys about 13 years old were there on the dock with me. I only spoke to and saw one of them. The other was not there. Straight short-cut brown hair, tanned summer skin, a country kid, wild at heart. The “twist of the dream” lies in the fact that the boys had been blind from birth and therein lies the complexity and beauty of what was to follow. Perhaps even the answer to this riddle of mine.
I asked the child, “What has been your favorite toy or game growing
up?” He pulled out a worn cobalt India blue plastic snake, the
most cheap kind and threw it off the edge of the dock. We watched it float
on the shiny water. He said with a certain teen tristesse that it had
become less and less bright each summer. Each summer he and his brother had played together,
imagining what a snake looked like. Incandescent. I had a flash in my dream imagination
of what their visions had been. The boy explained that as they grew
older, and up, each summer the snake gradually lost its shine. The blue snake
slipped to the bottom of the lake and I awoke to a new day. |
