The Return Of The Dog is a series that acknowledges the continuous and reliable presence of my deceased dog, Mulberry, within my dreams. In life, he was a fawn spotted, white greyhound. In my dreams, he is sometimes black, sometimes white, and sometimes true to form, but the feeling of his presence is always the same. He is calming and full of love and the careful nature he had when he was alive. He is always running toward me, never away. I wake from these dreams with the dull ache of separation and the knowledge that the memories of these dreams have caused my memories of him to mutate and mix. The collages themselves are comprised of carefully laid strips of photocopied dream journal entries. Hints of fingers from the copier catching my hands in the process of making the prints interlace the scribbled letters. These fingers are the ghosts of touch, they pet what I can no longer feel with my waking hands.
The Return Of The Dog is a series that acknowledges the continuous and reliable presence of my deceased dog, Mulberry, within my dreams. In life, he was a fawn spotted, white greyhound. In my dreams, he is sometimes black, sometimes white, and sometimes true to form, but the feeling of his presence is always the same. He is calming and full of love and the careful nature he had when he was alive. He is always running toward me, never away. I wake from these dreams with the dull ache of separation and the knowledge that the memories of these dreams have caused my memories of him to mutate and mix. The collages themselves are comprised of carefully laid strips of photocopied dream journal entries. Hints of fingers from the copier catching my hands in the process of making the prints interlace the scribbled letters. These fingers are the ghosts of touch, they pet what I can no longer feel with my waking hands.