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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: Unfriendly Dogs and Art Story"

DREAM: Unfriendly Dogs and Art Story

I was in an old house that was converted into a store or restaurant or something. I was walking around and there were these two large dogs that seemed friendly, but when I passed by them they started menacing me, like trying to bite my legs. The only way I was able to avoid them was to support myself from a high windowsill and cling to the wall. Then later I was outside and I was in charge of one of the dogs, but it did not want to respond to me too well and wanted to go its own direction. When I tried to pull it my direction, it would resist against its leash so that the leash was almost pulling off it it, and growl at me. Then there was someone who was talking to me and telling me a story about a friend of hers. She started with the background of how when artists sign their autographs to give out to people, they never sign them on pictures of their paintings (something to do with them landing in the hands of forgers? or someting?) but instead sign their names on postage stamps or various random items. I thought this odd, but I told her that I don't actually sign my names to my paintings (just the back of the painting) because a signature would ruin the integrity of the aesthetics of the object. She told me "good for you!" and continued with her story. Evidentially, she had an artist friend who after hearing the same story from this woman, started dressing differently, almost as if she was in disguise. It turned out that this woman had been forging other people's art from photographs for a long time, and when she realized the teller of the story was on to this practice, she was trying to pretend she was someone else. What a very strange story.

By Ann @ 20:51 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..