Something strange happened to me one night in Santiago de Cuba. We were there on holiday for four days, escaping the attack to the senses that Havana had been by taking a seventeen hour train ride to the opposite side of the country. Santiago, although hotter, was more manageable. Our casa was in the city [...]
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I have a hip injury which nibbles at my walking and does not let me carry handbags that are bigger than clutches. I have tried everything from painkillers to rest. I have put the memory foam mattress on and off without much change. I still think it is either psycho-somatic (Neil’s bet) or a problem with alignment (my haunch). As a desperate measure, I bought a new pillow, a squarish uncomfortable looking, orthopedic thing that works best if one sleeps on one’s back – which I am not keen on, but perhaps should, for the sake or straight walking. It must have reminded me of my psychoanalyst’s couch for, the first night I slept on it I had the following dream:
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I dreamt my mother sat next to me at our wedding reception (this did not happen in reality, as 4 close friends were at the top table wit us). While walking in the room towards our seats, my mother whispered in my ear that she disapproved my behaviour, that I was too happy and shouldn’t [...]
I dreamt Dr Sh— (my psychoanalyst) and I were in the Basque Country, taking a walk towards my Gran’s house. The way was swampy and somehow overgrown with Amazonian-type vegetation. The leaves we encuntered encountered were enormous and I put that down to my home country changing. Dr Sh— led the way in front of [...]
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I dreamt dad and I were driving to GranÄôs house (as we used to do every Sunday). On our way, we encountered a group of terrorists, who stopped us and made us get out of the car and into a barn/house/caserio-type building. In that building, there we many other people . Our car had been [...]
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I am standing in a space by a window with volets [shutters]. The word came to me only in French. In front of the is a horizontal space, like a low and wide windowsill. I am polishing a pair of small scissors. I recognise the scissors as they are those my mother has in her [...]
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Last night I deamt my partner left me for another woman. When he told me so, he said I was mere “drapery” in his life. Drapery (From Oxford English Dictionary Online) 1. Cloth or textile fabrics collectively. 2. a. The trade or business of a draper; the manufacture of cloth (obs.); now, the sale of [...]
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Laura Gonzalez is an artist and writer. Her recent practice encompasses film, dance, photography and text, and her work has been exhibited and published in the UK, Spain and Portugal. She has spoken at numerous conferences and events, including the Museum for the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York, the Medical Museum in Copenhagen, College Arts Association and the Association for the Psychoanalysis of Culture and Society. When she is not following Freud, Lacan and Marx’s footsteps with her camera, she lectures postgraduate students at the Glasgow School of Art.
Her doctoral project, completed in 2010, investigated psychoanalytic approaches to making and understanding objects of seduction, including an examination of parallels between artistic and analytic practices, a study of Manolo Blahnik’s shoes as objects of desire, a disturbing encounter with Marcel Duchamp’s last work, and the creation of a psychoanalytically inspired Discourse of the Artefact, a framework enabling the circulation of questions and answers through a relational approach to artworks.She is currently immersed in an interdisciplinary project exploring knowledge and the body of the hysteric.