Dream a Day: Day 7

My newest series, that’s still in progress, is The Conception and Sensation of Time. Each image in the series is based on a dream that I actually had. What each dream is about isn’t exactly necessary for the overall concept of the body of work, however, just for you curious souls, I present to you “Dream a Day,” in which each day I show an image or 2 and tell you the crazy dream I had that inspired it.

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I am on a family drive with my mother and my sister. We are armed with our cameras, ready for adventure. To the right of the van is a vast field of yellow flowers. There are cows everywhere, each holding a flower in their mouth. I urge my mother to pull over and she does. We hop out of the van and begin to photograph everything in site. Over the the right are the strangest buildings I have ever seen. We begin to move closer. The sky rumbles. A storm is coming. Two women race out of their small house. We are on their land, but they seem polite enough and tell us that tourists stop here all the time. My sister says something I don’t like. I take her iPhone and chuck it into the dirt by the van. We are at Goodwill. There are eels everywhere. If we leave them here they will be killed. I grab a cage and my sister helps me usher the eels into it. We sneak the cage out to my mother’s van before she notices. I plan to take the eels to school on Monday. The juice the eels produce is an acid vital to one of John’s printmaking processes. We drive home. I go to bed, worrying that my mother will find out about the eels. I am awake.

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Tourmaline .

Photographer of miniatures and writer on all things small.

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