© 2021 RIAKI Enyama
In dreams you meet many people and see many things, but they are all part of you. Dreams are in fact stories of your real life that are metaphorically told from the viewpoint of your inner-self. In my dreams, for instance, New York City was depicted as Pompeii in ruins, a TV as a pilotless bomber, smartphones as sex toys for orphans, and I (female) as a male actor with huge testicles who is playing woman's role in a dress. Without seeing our reality through the eyes of our dream, we will never know what reality we are living in.
A dream of ancient god statues transforming into gravestone-televisions as I monotype-transferring them.
Acrylic Paint, collage on Canvas. 34 x 58 inch. 2014
I was a middle school student in the dream. I was in a math class. The math teacher wrote a math problem with some mysterious triangle diagram on a blackboard and told us to solve the math problem. Next moment, however, an Asian ancient god statue appeared in the class room all the sudden.
I was very surprised but other students weren't. They grabbed paper and made a line in front of the statue. They applied ink on the statue and took
monotype-transfer prints from it in turn. I was a last student on the line. I couldn't get why I need to do this to solving the math problem, but soon my turn came up and I stepped in front of the god statue anyways. The statue was made of stone and looked like an alien from another planet. 'A little scary...' I spoke to myself. I nervously pressed my paper against the statue and rubbed it to transferring an image of the god. 'Okay...' I picked up the top corners of my paper and peeled it off from the statue. At the moment, the god statue transformed into a grave stone, a typical gravestone in Japan and I was holding a stone in my hand instead of the paper. I realized some noises and lights came from cracks on the gravestone. I looked into the gravestone carefully. It seemed a TV monitor was embedded in the gravestone and made me want to dig out the TV monitor so badly. I started scraping off the surface of the gravestone with the stone in my hand. ' I scrape it gently... like when I pacify my beloved baby...'. I spoke to myself before I knew it.