Last night I was given another one of the three exquisite corpse drawings. It was the one described in the February 9th post: I contributed the top drawing of a dream from childhood: my father and me in the ocean holding onto a log. He was looking at me with concern and trying to put me at ease. The look on the little girl's face (my face) was of fright. The woman next to me contributed a drawing of an emotional girl (but not crying) in a car looking out the window. The last was a girl beneath a tree relaxing. To me the progression was from danger, to rescue & processing what happened to finally relief at having come back to safe ground. It turned out the middle artist's drawing was the memory of going to her father's funeral when she was a girl. My father has been gone for a few years and as I was drawing his memory was alive. Maybe it is one of those "you had to be there" sorts of things, but it was astonishing.
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