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Dear Dreamer,Would you like to have a tangible image of your ephemeral dream? I will paint your dream for you in the form of a "flying carpet". Consider a painting for a loved one or a friend as a special gift.
I have been an artist since 1982 and in 1995 after having a series of spiritually vivid dreams, began directing my art toward dream depiction. I have expanded my work to include unique paintings based on other people's dreams.
The total cost of your dream artwork is $175.00. You will receive one unique, unframed gouache painting (an opaque watercolor medium) of your dream. The painted image will measure 4" x 7".
What I'll need from you: send me a written dream significant to you. Underline the most important feelings, colors, images, and sounds. Be as specific as possible! Title and provide the date that you had the dream.
Enclose a $75.00 deposit which will be used toward the total price of the commission and send the dream information and deposit to
Kim Apicella,
1357 Southwinds Dr.#1,
Washington, Mo. 63090.
Please include your name, address, phone number, & e-mail address.
I will contact you after looking over your materials for further clarification.
Please allow one month from the date I receive your information to research and complete your special "flying carpet" painting. I will call you ahead should the commission take longer than thirty days to finish. I will contact you for the remaining balance of $100.00 once your art work is finished. We can then arrange a delivery method which may be an additional cost depending on the method you choose.
Dream blessings and thank you for your interest and support!Kim Apicella
636-239-1661
e-mail: jw.kapicella@sbcglobal.net
Here's some paintings that Kim has done and are for sale. Each painting is
gouache (an opaque watercolor medium) on paper, framed and sells for $250
a piece. These pieces are available and for sale, shipping extra.
Activating the Symbol
I walk to the back of a crowded restaurant sitting beside a woman reading. An unusually formed book is beside me on the bench. As I pick it up, I realize it's made of stone, long and elliptical in shape. The woman beside me says "it's an artist's book, produced by a group who have chosen to represent their art in this fashion." To my eye the book is similar to a pictograph because all of the images are incised reliefs in sandstone. Color was added and wiped off creating an ancient look to the carved symbols.
Turning each stone page I see every image is unique but I am drawn to the work of a Japanese woman artist, she repeats the plus (+) symbol rotating it so it sometimes becomes a mathematical times (X) symbol.
Knew Science
We are entering a new museum dedicated to scientific advancement .Its architecture is opulent and set up like an expensive department store complete with chandeliers & marble floors though all of the specimens are confined to simple mason jars suspended in formaldehyde.
Thousands of filled jars line the richly decorated cases. The smell of formaldehyde makes me nauseous but we continue to look with interest at tiny octopus, black, ivory colored and red. J ushers me outside toward fresh air, we stand with a walled park. We are here to see the live brontosaurus. This museum has a small herd of them and we gather with other people to get a good spot to watch them run by. J sits casually on the grass. I look around at picnic shelters scattered around the grounds-the shelters are monolithic modern in design, steel angles standing at ninety degrees.
I ask J if he should really be sitting on the grass since the dinosaurs are about to be released. He replies he knows how they behave. The crowd grows in excitement as the rumble of the moving animals vibrates the earth...we hear screeches and shrieks as the brontos call to one another. A small herd of light green skinned brontosaurus run past so close I can see they have gills oozing a light blue secretion. One dinosaur comes to a sudden halt just inches from J's lap, its head down.
Chalkboard 2
A chalkboard sign at the entrance to the market reads: One & two year old children are wonderful but must be accompanied by adults in this store! A baby is laying on a vegetable counter in the grocery store, belly down. The baby's head is human but its body is
similar to a California seals body, though he/she has arms and a flipper rather than legs.
What I find most striking are the repetitive tattoos, navy in color covering the child from head to flipper! Even the pupils have this pattern. The shape of the tattoo is a long thin vertical slit with a ball attached at either end now white in color. The baby's body covers the bag dispenser in which to place the vegetables and I reach toward the baby, scooting its body to the side to reach the bags. The baby smiles sweetly at me and rolls over revealing its belly. The belly side of the baby is black but also covered with the same tattoos.
Lofty Ground
A chalkboard sign at the entrance to the market reads: One & two year old children are wonderful but must be accompanied by adults in this store! A baby is laying on a vegetable counter in the grocery store, belly down. The baby's head is human but its body is
similar to a California seals body, though he/she has arms and a flipper rather than legs.
What I find most striking are the repetitive tattoos, navy in color covering the child from head to flipper! Even the pupils have this pattern. The shape of the tattoo is a long thin vertical slit with a ball attached at either end now white in color. The baby's body covers the bag dispenser in which to place the vegetables and I reach toward the baby, scooting its body to the side to reach the bags. The baby smiles sweetly at me and rolls over revealing its belly. The belly side of the baby is black but also covered with the same tattoos.
Meta-Physics
Several students in college science class and myself are working together, having assembled the rest of our class outside to view the demonstration of our experiment. We ask the class to gather around a pile of medium sized black rocks flecked with mica. I pour oblations (offerings) on the rocks - milk, honey and clarified butter, then place marigolds in between each rock. Slowly the rocks are magnetically drawn to each other and levitate, organizing themselves in the shape of a keystone arch.
Community Ritual
Myself and several friends have been working hard, moving sand from one place in the atrium to another.
I observe from an overhead view-our friend, a Peruvian shaman woman, leave the atrium, going into the house setting up a room for ritual.
Her raven black hair and eyes are in stark contrast to the white bridal gown she puts on. She wears a dark feathered headdress and holds
claw & feather rattles in both hands. She is chanting as she draws a white circle on the floor around her.
I see a man standing in the open doorway-rather like an Arnold Schwarzenegger character- large, looming and brash.The shaman notices him and he asks for healing. She welcomes him as she completes the setting. When she turns away a moment, he threatens to rape her-she tries in vain to dissuade him.
Dark 20
The world has ended. The only remaining people are with us, twenty in total. J & I and the survivors are in a dark, deep canyon or maybe we are underground. A small stream runs alongside the cliffs. J has built a fire on the other side of the stream as the rest of us gather for a discussion.
Everyone begins arguing, I try to listen to what individuals say but all speak at once. J shouts from across the stream that we each need to be wearing the armor he is wearing to survive. He knows how to forge the metal and has begun making suits for all. We all gaze across the river at him and what a terrible yet beautiful sight ! He appears otherworldly, wrapped in steel linen from head to toe, standing with arms above him and outstretched, welded to a large stainless steel hoop with his legs equidistant and also welded to the circle. His shadow casts a giant silhouette on the cliffs.
I ask everyone to listen to J, he knows what he is talking about and we should all trust his wisdom. I beg the people to put on their gear
but no one seems to comprehend the magnitude of our situation. Everyone continues to argue over leadership.
Dark 20 Gathering
The world has ended. The only remaining people are with us, twenty in total. J & I and the survivors are in a dark, deep canyon or maybe we are underground. A small stream runs alongside the cliffs. J has built a fire on the other side of the stream as the rest of us gather for a discussion.
Everyone begins arguing, I try to listen to what individuals say but all speak at once. J shouts from across the stream that we each need to be wearing the armor he is wearing to survive. He knows how to forge the metal and has begun making suits for all. We all gaze across the river at him and what a terrible yet beautiful sight ! He appears otherworldly, wrapped in steel linen from head to toe, standing with arms above him and outstretched, welded to a large stainless steel hoop with his legs equidistant and also welded to the circle. His shadow casts a giant silhouette on the cliffs.
I ask everyone to listen to J, he knows what he is talking about and we should all trust his wisdom. I beg the people to put on their gear
but no one seems to comprehend the magnitude of our situation. Everyone continues to argue over leadership.
