Girondé is a dream-artist who (her agent wrote me) often wakes in early morning and starts painting or sculpting a dream on the spot. I believe it: unlike many of her nondream works these have a predawn look--pale blues rising from darkness. They're mostly oil on canvas, often with built-up bas-relief. She generally posts a quotation instead of telling us her dreams directly, so all we can be sure of is that she dreams constantly and passionately of animals, especially equines--both horses and unicorns.
"If you put an ear to the door of books and the doors of the night,
if you pay attention, you can hear the conversation of poets..."
Girondé dreams she's floating through the oceanic abyss...
One pays for soaring high with solitude of the soul...
The dreamer overflows from her egg, spills out to become a waterfall, a stampede of horses...
Is that a madwoman riding a horse, or a cougar pouncing on a deer,
or are these dream-creatures wildly making love?
The dreamer becomes a horse, the horse becomes a unicorn.
Dreams have their own quests apart from the conscious...
"Freedom is a gift you give yourself." But it doesn't always involve seahorses or babycarriages covered in quills...
Three unicorns gallop out of the waves...
The dancers, in a frenzy, stripped themselves. Not just their clothes; themselves...
A jungle cat needs to take time out from a hard day's predation to have a quiet smoke...
"Our resurrection is not entirely in the future; it's also in us, it begins, it's already begun..."