I was at a local Community College for an Open Studio session - it was my first time there. There were about 30 people in the room and all of them seemed to know each other. They were talking and laughing together and they all had their works from previous weeks hanging on the walls and on their boards - the work was just wonderful - all of it.
I was sitting there feeling very out of place and in awe of this amazing group of people when a guy came into the room and sat down next to me. We nodded to each other and he said "Aren't you dressed a little lightly for jumping?" I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I began to ask him what he meant when an older man walked into the classroom with two people in tow.
He said "Alright everyone listen up. We're going to be making our jump today from 9,000 feet." He gestured to the two people behind him. "Tod and Leslie are our models today and they will take their poses in class from how they land in the field. Everyone be sure to check your parachutes, let's have a safe jump. I'll see you all back on the ground and we'll draw."
As people began to get up and gather their stuff, the realization of what he just said began to dawn on me. I turned to the guy next to me and asked "You folks always paradrop into Open Studio?"
"Yea, every week." he said
I held up my box and board "What do I do with this stuff?"
"You jump with it" He said "You put it into a bag that straps to your ankle."
"I've never parachuted before." I said dubiously.
As we began filing out of the room he clapped his hand on my shoulder and said "You'll do fine. The hard part is after we reach the ground."
Then I woke up.
Clearly, the current world situation, the upcoming class with Bill Whitaker, and my frustrations at drawing from life are working in my subconcious.
After I woke up and thought about the dream, I realized that I was more worried about the Open Studio session than jumping out of an airplane!
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