Waking Life

This is a series of self-portraits created during my time in England when my dreams were more vivid than usual. The strips of text accompanying the images are fragments from the dreams and the images are my visual interpretations of them.

The blank studio space works as my sleeping conscience on to which my resting mind paints feelings, emotions and thoughts until they form a sort of narrative to explain certain events that has happened in my waking state.

”He stared at me blankly and said ‘I don’t love you anymore’.”

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”All of the sudden I was inside my own womb and watched myself have a miscarriage.”

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”I heard music in the distance, beautiful string music, but I couldn’t figure out where it came from.
It became louder and louder and it hit me that it was the trees that sang! ”

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”I had just killed my whole family and I remember thinking ’what am I going to do? Everyone will hate me and I don’t want to go to jail…’ ”

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”I turned around and saw his laughing face in the mirror. I screamed and pressed my body up against the wall as to hide from it all, but his laughter echoed through the reflection.”

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”The little faces that grew from my arm were talking, louder and louder, until their voices merged together into one loud scream.”

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