© 2020 RIAKI ENYAMA
In dreams we meet many people and see many things, but they are all part of us. They metaphorically describe our actual reactions of our inner-selves to our day-to-day activities in the reality. 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) saw myself as a male actor with huge testicles who is playing woman's role in a dress. Without learning how to 'see' the reality from the eyes of the dream, we will never know what reality we are living in. ------ Riaki
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.
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