The start of this week has left me bed bound, Christmas came and went and was one of the most enjoyable yet. Although hospital has led me to believe a man can become sick in a different way, I believe it has done me some good to be alone. I have had time to do a lot of thinking and a lot of sleeping. Sleep, is of course the origin of thought and the cauldron from which it imagination is poured into reality. I am almost recovered but still, after going through an excruciating amount of pain, I feel a totally contrary feeling to that of recovery, I feel new.
This is a picture from a set, if I could I would post the entire set, but I have already made the promise to myself that I will only post one picture per week. The idea of this set, is that you (as the audience) must capture your own imagination through expression of others. I purposely chose the people closest to me in this shoot, the people I feel I have utterly connected with over the years, to get a much more rounded result for my own satisfaction.
Song listening to right now: I Will Follow Him - Dusty Springfield