Sue Cutler
MEDIUM: Ink & Marker
DATE: June 1998
THE DREAM: I look into a mirror and am dismayed to find that the few bristly chin whiskers I have battled since young womanhood have grown into a bristly mustache and beard. The hair is coarse just like beard hair (or pubic hair for that matter). I am horrified and terribly embarrassed. I feel freakish. . . What shall I do? My face seems overwhelmed by this awful hair which seems to have taken on a life of its own.
TITLE: Crone
MEDIUM: Ink on Paper
DATE: November 15, 1998
DREAM: "THE APARITION"
I did not remember this dream when I first woke up in the morning. It was only later after breakfast and coffee. Leafing through my Los Angeles Times I saw an advertisement with a tiny picture of Venus de Milo. Is said "Female Sex Enhancement". See the cutout attached to the image. At that moment the memory of this dream came flooding back.
This looming image of a totally nude old woman hovers over me. Her flesh is flaccid, wrinkled and doughy, drooping in fat swollen folds off her aging frame. She is pasty and colorless--terribly white. She has a nearly hairless pubis and her labia are loose and flayed open exposing her clitoris and the rosy wet layers of the minor labia as though the pathways up into the heart of her sex lie ugly and exposed. I certainly do not want her in bed with me which I suppose is where she was headed. She is not forceful--if anything rather passive and sad just hanging over my bed and accepting my rejection wordlessly. Even her mouth has the loose exposed quality of the pubic area. Apparently my bed is in an attic or garret just under a sloping roof. There is a window behind her so that she is silhouetted against the sky. My bed is cozy and warm. I am covered by an old fashioned handmade quilt. Nothing much happens in this dream except the looming presence of this crone and my firm sense of rejection. My empty bed is not lonely for her nor accepting.
TITLE: WISEMAN
MEDIUM: Tempera
DATE: Sept. 4, 2008
DREAM: "WISEMAN"
I am sitting at my kitchen table. Opposite me is a WISEMAN who has come to share words of wisdom with me. I am open and eager to hear what he has to say. But just as he is about share his wisdom with me, someone brings me a tiny (doll sized) baby girl who is completely naked. This faceless person lays the baby on the table on my right hand. I admire her sweet baby body and her tiny genitalia. But I interrupt the wise man. "Wait a minute please. I had better diaper the baby or she will pee on the table." I get up to fetch a diaper and just as I return, her tiny stream of urine begins to flow forming a puddle on the wooden table. The wise man and I try to soak up the puddle which saturates the diaper and leaves a stain on the table. As I work to diaper the baby, her head and good part of her torso slips off the table and flops over the edge, limp and pliable as a wet rag. A trifle alarmed I pick her up carefully supporting her head. She seems totally unharmed and ok. I lay her back on the table and work to finish diapering her. I never get to hear the wiseman's words. . .
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