Of Red Paint and Penises..

I never thought that as an art student I would be clocking 15 hour days...only investment bankers do that. Anyway, I thought I'd share a little dream I had that I think is related to the psycological effects of working with a large planes of Cadmium Red in my work.

I dreamt that I chopped my penis off. Well, sliced it in half to be exact. I went to hospital only to be informed that they would need the top half of my penis to re-attach it. So I sent my friends to look for it and they come back with the top half of my penis. After scrutinising it for 3 seconds, the nurse informs me that it's frostbitten and cannot be salvaged. I tell her that it's okay because I don't use it much, anyway. My only request was that she fix my now stump to resmble a penis a little more. I wake up staring at my crotch. Whew. No penis.

The boyfriend thinks that I am suffering from penis envy. I think it's the bright red paint that has been staring at me from my canvases. Sigmund Freud, go nuts. I now want to do some kind of psychological study on colour and how it affects our subconcious. Volunteers welcome, penis or no penis.