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.