Gazebo
oil on canvas
11" x 14"
Every once in a while, I have a dream about the gazebo. It's a pretty big deal if you grew up in little Bloomfield...the gazebo, that is...not my dream. Anyway, it goes something like this...
I'm in a hurry to get somewhere but I'm not sure where I'm going. I hop in my car, drive to the town park, go through security (looks like a line queue for the tilt-a-whirl during the Apple Festival), and board the gazebo. I sit down at the end of a row of lawn chairs next to Red Oliphant and all of the school bus drivers I remember from my childhood. Then, the roof of the gazebo unfurls into some sort of multi-faceted geometric balloon and we lift-off through the trees. As I wave to people below, I lose my balance and fall over the brick railing. And just before I land somewhere between the south shelter house and the Glover Gymnasium, I wake up.
I also have a recurring dream about pulling out all of my teeth while waiting in line for a roller coaster...but that's another story for another day.
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17 days 'til Christmas...
