I had a fairly intense dream about a Chagall painting last night.
I rather like Chagall– the colors, the whimsy, the ethereal dreamlike quality. And I am especially fixated on one piece in particular:
The Circus Rider.
As I’ve blogged before, much of my “art appreciation” came from playing the board game Masterpiece as a child. All the pieces were from the Art Institute in Chicago, and I came to know each and every one.
During my first pilgrimage to the Institute, I managed to track down every piece featured in the game, save one. The Chagall.
And this painting had managed to elude me every time I’ve visited. And when I search online it says “no on display”.
Anyway, I had a dream about seeing it in person last night. In my dream, I was in an art storage room at the Art Institute, and a curator took me to see it.
As I recall, it was much much larger than I thought it was– like life sized. And in this absolutely HUGE wooden frame, which I found completely unnecessary.
I do remember the colors being so much more vibrant in real life, too. Especially the coral color of the horse.
Anyway, I woke up feeling cheated because I knew this was just a dream and the real painting still haunts me.
Maybe someday I’ll see it for realzies.