ACCOZZAGLIA

my dream sequence took me to some mountain resort town i’ve never seen before. somehow, i’d found a way to make delicate impressionistic creative works by exposing a sheet of ice to the moonlight of nighttime. the end result was this latticework of a basic landscape that was being profiled just outside some deck i was on.

the trick for the rest of the dream, though, was to carry this excessively delicate, thin “painting” (which measured around 18x24in, or 46x61cm) around without breaking it. breaking or damaging it was have been the kiss of death for me, because then i couldn’t show my work to people and i’d otherwise look like a buffoon.

i remember showing some extended family of origin whom i never see in actual life, much less dream sequences, very often. this was stacked on the feeling that the police in this little gentrified resort town were eyeing me everywhere i went, whether the “ice photograph” was being carried around by me in the sunlight or not.

ultimately, i think the top-left corner broke off, at which point, i awoke.

but not before i walked by some bus ad banner on the side of a work pickup truck (the kind with eye-level tool boxes integrated into the pickup bay section). it was smaller than a conventional bus ad, as a means to fit the truck. it was an advert for the remastered reissue of a China Crisis album called Flaunt the Imperfection. it was done up in the same motif as the colour and text of the original artwork.

this made no sense after i awoke, because i haven’t listened to that album in a few weeks.