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The Offering


The impact of sharing my art continues to affect my dreams. As an artist I must be honest and open in order to fulfill the function of reflecting our common soul. This is especially so when I am embarrassed by its content or frightened by its intensity.

I am sacrificing my face, the mask that has protected me, to nourish those who follow. In our discussions about this imagery, Dr. W. brought up the concept of service. He spoke of how important it has proven to be for people recovering from emotional traumas (and addictions) to share their gift of health. What is given freely to others deepens in one's self.


Dream:

I was sitting by Dick in a theater but felt I didn't really have the right to be there so I moved away. But he drew me back to him. We left the building. I found myself on a path through a barren land. Then I went through an area where a few small trees had been planted in an effort at reforestation. From there I could see down a long steep mountain to a wide river below. The land and river were like the Columbia Basin. There was a long spit of land that almost reached across the river. I went out there. I knew that the land was always washing away - dangerous. I wondered how I would get the rest of the way across. All this while I knew Dick and others were following me. I made camp and built a fire. I lay down with my head in the flames. I knew that my face was the fuel to cook the meal. A grill was laid over my face with meat on it. It looked like a mask. When it was removed my face would be gone.


Chapters: Intro | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08