Dream Series 2-4-5 from Cheryl Penn [from the House to the Castle]

[Marie Wintzer]

 

Do you remember the House on the Hill? The place where Cheryl's Dreams are taking place [Dream Series- The Beginning]? We had a peep through the curtains a few weeks ago, and saw a mysterious Shadow. Walking up the Hill again today [Dream Series 2], we know, something is definitely happening in that House. And the funny thing is, we don't even need to be there to see it, we can best sense it when we close our eyes and try to sleep.

 

 

It's a crowded place. And quite frankly, I won't keep my eyes closed for too long, because the Creatures in there don't look like angels. Maybe I was a bit hasty (in my previous blog) in saying that we had left winter nightmares for a more peaceful and warm spring season dreamland.

 

 

So Dream Series 2 leaves us in frightening company. Dream Series 1 is floating in outerspace somewhere between South Africa and Japan and might never land in my mailbox. Dream Series 3 exists only in Cheryl's mind and has not been put down on paper (although she thinks she did). Dream Series 4 and 5 are a twist in the story and are bringing some new non-linear evidence to the plot.

 

 

There was Mail that morning. He had been waiting for it. Handwritten Messages on the back of a couple of photos. It was between Him and Her now, and we know He was not the type of person to give up that easily. Not after all this road, and the feeling of being so close to Knowing. The Messages were clear, the Castle Ruins had to be his next Destination.

 

 

This is where the boundaries between Dream and Reality are once again Blurred by the Storyteller. Images are so vidid they can only be real. Crisp and sharp and saturated, this cannot possibly be a Dream! And yet, too little is known about Her, about the House and the Castle. Who IS after Her? Those Creatures we just met? The Timeline is too vague, almost nonexistent, just like a Dream after all.

 

 

The Castle is another example of how Cheryl brilliantly integrates elements of real life in her art, fashioning up a story like clay in her hands. The books still smell like they have been freshly painted, a bit like a piece of evidence. There is life in them, there are walls and windows and grass, and Strange Creatures. And they all exist, I do not doubt it for one second [in my Dreams].
Dream Series 4 and 5 leave us with another cliffhanger and an open window though which the sun is shining, which leads me to believe (hope) that there will be more! I can't wait...

 

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

Listen and ye shall hear:

"Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep
Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop
As they crop--
Was the site once of a city great and gay,
(So they say)
Of our country's very capital, its prince
Ages since
Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far
Peace or war.....

,,,And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve

Smiles to leave
To their folding, all our many-tinkling fleece
In such peace,
And the slopes and rills in undistinguished grey
Melt away--
That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair
Waits me there
In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul
For the goal,
When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb
Till I come." - R. Browning

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

That's not dead air, Sloan...it's ETHER, ether, you have to listen to the ether!

[De Villo Sloan]

Gathering from your comments & translating: A gothic surreal vispo page turner about things that go bump in the night.

 

DK - where is the audio plug in? I'm drawing dead air here instead of a voice over.

 

Marie and the Spell Chick are asleep at the switch. So the blog gets jacked

[cheryl penn]

Hello :-) - I'm keeping the fort - or should I say castle while Marie is fast asleep on the other side of the planet. DK - I've made friends with InSomNia. For CERTAIN he's literate - and yes for certain its a He :-)  -  O I was thinking of a poem I think more than the song - Love among the ruins - I think its Robert Browning? 

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

The insomnia monster is just a doggie with floppy ears...

Count-your-floppy-eared-doggies and you will soon be fast asleep! ;-) Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

[DKeys]

Marie, love your charming voice over narrative that I hear in my head while looking at these beautiful images. This is intriguing though disturbing that Cheryl is being plagued by the insomnia monster.He is like no sand man I have seen, and he's literate too. Super creepy. Thanks for blogging this Marie. I think Cheryl compressed an entire mini-series into this little book.

[Nancy Bell Scott]

This works looks fascinating, even as it swirls mysteriously around the brain. It looks, Cheryl, FAB, and the same applies to Marie's outstanding blog. Wowee.

[Katerina Nikoltsou (MomKat)]

This is a beautiful blog, Marie, for a beautiful series of Cheryl's "Dreams".

Is that the doggie with the long floppy ears?

Mysterious windows and structures...tall grass...legible writing...!

Yes, but...what does it "mean"? ;-)

[Jen Staggs]

Cheryl is as ever the great dream weaver.  An amazing series, though I don't think pictures could capture the array of detail.  Must be very powerful in person!

[cheryl penn]

I think I told you both - I went to a French  film set at the castle ('castle' may be a misnomer) and it was (obviously) staged. The buildings out the back were WAY more interesting - they had a REAL story to tell as opposed to the stage. Like life - Among the Ruins - I think there's a song titled that. Ruins don't speak of decay to me, they speak of hidden stories - it was a great place :-) X