Haven't posted in forever, got too many projects in the real world to contend with. I've been sidelined for several days with walking pneumonia. I was working on a cubist bust(not Peter Max), a cubist portrait, and 2 Dada collages. I've also completed my Dada manifesto, several Dada poems, and I'm working on a surrealist short story. The Dadaist and Surrealist projects are playing tricks with my subconscious. My dreams are changing to suit my artistic endeavors. Last night I had several surrealistic dreams, which for most people dreams are totally surreal, but my dreams usually involve ordinary events in extraordinary locales. Theses dreams were rife with archetypical imagery juxtaposing strange backdrops, the epitome of surrealism. It was... unusual. Perhaps I can pull a short story out of that jumbled mess.