Dolls

I seem to constantly have dreams about dolls in some form or other, I have a strange fascination with them.

I dunno what the heck is going on here, but every time I try and post it comes a blank... will keep trying or just bring all pictures to the lesson

Overexposure

I decided to experiment with overexposure. I think I may try using film and boosting the contrast through the enlarger.

Trapped

A reccuring theme of my dreams seems to be kidnap, in a roundabout way. I always escape tho ... or the dream ends before anything bad happens.... well apart from being kidnapped. I had this one where I was put in a bag, like an old potato sack, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even fit in one of those, but anyway it was rather claustrophobic... as usual I escaped, to find that I was on a boat. I snuck out of the room i was in up some stairs and ran to the end of the boat i dived into the water and began to swim but the kidnappers saw me and released some melons into the water to slow me down (all realistic you see) then as i was swimming i saw a giraffe swimming and i thought to myself, I'm pretty tired. So I swam over and grabbed round its neck so it would pull me along. It looked pretty pissed off to say the least. After a while I let go as I saw another boat which I climbed on. I ran through the boat which proceeded to turn into a pizzaria. As I ran out the front I realised it was a cobbled street and not on a boat at all. Left confused. The dream ended.

Childhood

When I was 2 I fell down the stairs, for a long time after that, not that I even remember the event itself, I had dreams of falling down the stairs, more often than not floating, my feet not even on the ground, floating around me were hundreds of those paper lanterns you make when you're a child, all different sizes, almost like a shoal of jellyfish.

Insomnia

So I am contemplating the question .... 'What is this blog actually about?'

So far it seems like a diary or more a frame of a point in my day I suppose.... I am rather opposed to keeping a diary myself, well in the written word at least for personal reasons.

However along these lines and in keeping with the title. I have the worst sleeping pattern in the world ever... or non-sleeping pattern. But I do have some amazing dreams and I did at some point keep a dream diary, but due to my computer being utterly rubbish and not having very much memory it got removed when I went on a deleting spree some time ago .... obviously i am at this point kicking myself. I think I am going to restart this routine though and use this as a starting point of some form of theme to my blog. Investigate surrealist artists and photographers and maybe read a bit of Freud. I've always fancied reading some of his work.

On that note I am going to bed to try and dream of something marvelous.

Magpie

Shiny pretty things.

Compression

This is my life squeezed into a little pinboard. Past, present and future, momentos of various times in my life ... oddly enough, no photographs. It holds a lot of memories for me I don't think it would be possible to fit that many images in an area many times the size of that small board.

I heard in an advert I think that we see 10million images in our lives... but how is that possible and what is an image ... like, what is the start and an end, our eyes don't work like a movie, frame by frame. Unless you count in between blinks, but then things are moving so how could that count as a single image. Maybe its a certain set amount of time. Who Knows? Interesting.

Light Trails

The Aftermath

Valentines Day ... Thrilling

Swift Departure

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First Impressions