Dream, 10/25/13
Beaded Butterfly Fishes
I am by the water – could be a big lake or maybe calm ocean. I can see dark shadows of movement beneath the water – a massive school of moving fish. There is a clicking, clattering sound as the shadow moves and turns. My legs are submerged in the water and, suddenly, I feel the strange sensation of hundreds of fishes kisses. When the fish rise to the surface, I can see where the clicking sound comes from: the fish have butterfly wings and each wing has been beautifully embellished with beads. As I look on in awe, I am certain that the beading cannot be a genetic trait – I can see the threads where each bead has been carefully stitched to the wings. I cannot understand the immense undertaking that this project represents.
