While in a car with Wendy D.and David A., I told them about a new art studio I rented at 3^rd Ave. and Lake in San Francisco. Wendy thought I was nuts to rent it because I would have to drive there.  It was an old run down dark garage that needed a lot of cleaning and had no running water.  It had all these odd antique objects there and I thought it would be fun to go through them and see if they had any treasures inside of them or if they were of value. I felt optimistic that I would be able to fix it up into a studio and if that didn’t work, I could always sub-lease it.

We drove through a group of artists at a fair and one of the booths had a sign that read, “Free Video – Comedian with any $10.00 purchase.”  This artist sold whimsical ceramic pieces.

While looking at the art there in the booths, there was one with some bakers and I saw a tray of dough.  I took a claw-like spoon and started to stir the pieces of dough.  It was in shredded pieces.  As I stirred, I yelled out to the other bakers, “This dough doesn’t feel right to me and I should know because I’m a baker’s daughter!”

The result of my fortunate gift of remembering dreams effortlessly upon waking is 365 pictorially recorded dreams, painted on 6 x 6 pieces of canvas—one dream per night. Due to size restrictions of my window space, I have designed “Not Just Pipe Dreams” to display 16 of my 365 dreams. I hope to do an installation of all 365 dreams in the near future. A verbal description of each displayed dream accompanies “Not Just Pipe Dreams” in the form of a small folder, located inside the studio.  Please ask to see it.