Dreams, frequently, are broadcast across neural pathways in vibrant color. They are so vivid, the dreams feel more real than waking life. As I rise from paralysis, they evaporate from memory. How could something so real fade so quickly? Explore work that exposes our perishable nature and echoes human frailness so often deified by gods of rock and roll.
Dreams Were Made for Mortals is a one day group show at St. Vitus Bar in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Next installment is Sunday May 6 2012.
