Dreamed March 9, 2001, acrylic on canvas, 26 x 30", by Jenny Badger Sultan
There is a gathering of people at my house. They have come to celebrate my birthday again, in a different way. My living room is full, people are sitting everywhere. It is as if I have invited them, yet I am unprepared, have nothing to serve them. "Well", I think, "at least I can offer them tea or coffee. There are so many that I must write down their choices.
Now it seems this is Verity’s house, for I ask her for a piece of white paper. She gives me the slightly wrinkled back of something to write on. I start around the room asking "coffee or decaf, black tea or herbal tea?" Verity is one of the first and she says "I would like some of that Bavarian tea." I say "I don’t have any." She says, "Oh yes, you have served it to me before." I am puzzled.
I go into the kitchen and the pantry. I look into various tea canisters and find a printed brown bag that holds tea that I think is the one she means. It has a design on it and says “MorningGlory.” I go back into the living room to confirm that it’s the right one. It is.
I am also wondering what food I could serve. I have nothing in the house. Could I quickly bake something? I see a little cardboard dish with some sort of star-like cookies that someone seems to have brought. Oh, good, I can pass these around.
Only the image of the morningglory comes from the dream. As I reflected on it, it felt like a personal symbol. The rest of the painting reflects a recent trip to the Southwest, learning about Badger (in the region's folklore, Badger is the Guardian of the South, the direction and place of the Beautiful Red), some petroglyphs I had drawn at Chaco Canyon, camping trips in the desert, and myself as a child.