Here is my first attempt at bringing new life to the self-portraits.
The night before, I had a dream of flying through saffron colored clouds and over golden fields of wheat. As I flew, I could feel myself dissolving into a gilded amorphousness, my bones and flesh melting into a shimmering ether. My face wasn't my face anymore. My voice had become the whistling of wind and I felt completely and totally weightless. I was warmth. I was light. I was everything and nothing in that very instant.
9 comments:
wow I wish my dreams were that cool!
Awesome dream! I seldom remember my dreams but when I do they're just plain old uneventful.
That yellow is the color of a Tibetan monks robe.
I love how there are facial charecteristics in the folds of the fabric and it's almost like the corner of the fabric is magically becoming alive
Wow! Can I come fly with you in your dreams? I'm usually an owl winging through a forest at night. Everything is grey-green. It's heavenly.
I love the new self portrait. Saffron is your color.
Cenya
My husband flys alot in his dreams I wonder why I dont! That was so beautifully written almost as if the beginnings of a story..
this one is my favorite so far! nice work!
A facinating dream! I love the color of the fabric in the photo-very exotic.
I dream vividly and remember my dreams very well. Unfortunately most are not dreams of floating on a heavenly cloud, but more frightening dreams of darkness and insecurities.
I read somewhere that dreams are just our brains way of sifting and sorting through images, words, and experiences from the days and weeks prior. I often wonder what these dark dreams say about me. I probably don't want to know.
i'm so pleased that you are continuing with the self portrait fridays - something i've neglected for the past couple of weeks, due to hiccups in my routine. looking forward to getting back to that. i love this portrait, andrew - so so lovley. xo
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