Friday, July 30, 2010

Self-Portrait Friday...


I've been thinking of different ways to change up the self-portraits. I want to get away from the mold of snapping a picture of me wearing a tank top out on the porch with my flowers behind me. Although that most certainly captures a slice of my life, I want to infuse the portraits with more. Ideally, I'd like to go back to painting them, but at the moment there's simply not enough time for me to tackle that again.

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:

Niky Sayers said...

wow I wish my dreams were that cool!

Fanciful Expressions said...

Awesome dream! I seldom remember my dreams but when I do they're just plain old uneventful.

AuntieAnnie said...

That yellow is the color of a Tibetan monks robe.

Vintajia Adornments said...

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

Emerald Window said...

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

Unknown said...

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..

Cristi Baxter Clothier said...

this one is my favorite so far! nice work!

Alice said...

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.

nina said...

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