Portrait, BW photograph, Ilford developing paper 11×14 Studio Lighting girl 12 years old with pearls Black and White film inspired by a dream I have all the time.
.It is dark and I can’t move…It feels like I am tied down…my hair is blowing wildly…I can hear the wind whistling in my ears..I’m in an old basement celler and it smells damp and musty…I see a doorway but it is black and I can’t see what is inside…It is then that I hear the chanting of whispering voices but I can’t make out what their saying .. I see someone in the form of a shadow and it’s carrying a small baby…I can hear it crying and see the form take the baby through the doorway and dissappear. It is then that I hear a thud and the voices grow louder and louder…I know that the shadow has dropped the baby on the hard cement floor.. I start to panic and know that I have to find the baby and save it….I realize then that I’m dreaming and I have to wake up ..I struggle and try to scream but I can’t make a sound ..it’s like I am paralized and someone else has control of my body..The chanting now sounds like a million voices all talking at the same time..I manage to make a small sound while I struggle …I wake up with my heart pounding…Wondering how can a dream be so real !!..and what does it mean???