The Myth

The idea came to me in a dream. As many ideas do.

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Powerful, noisy, sad and full of energy, a gargoyle flew around what looked like my own library: ancient towering walls, uneven floors, a room for workshops, and an unfinished descent into a bright emptiness.

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I had assumed it was a Shadow figure. My analyst offered another possibility: perhaps it was my “Daemon” speaking to me.

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“I am the guardian of the place. I have been here all along,” it told me when I finally decided to face it.

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Little did I know I would have to undergo a painful descent that remains, even now, only partly understood.

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Dreams are a big part of my life. Exploring their images can sometimes feel like a literary exercise: listening to a voice, returning to a scene, noticing what remains unresolved. That is one of the reasons I love writing so much.

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The library, its guardian and the unfinished descent became images through which I could begin to imagine this project.

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The Gothic Descent continues to take shape through writing and research.

 

This dream remains part of its beginnings, a personal image I return to as the work develops.