Reminiscence of Orange Dreams
In my early teens I wrote, “…my dreams are like a bag of oranges…” In this triptych, I am attempting to freeze the passage of time and catch a glimpse of how ones dreams crystallize through time, ending to a last one left, through fading and loss. In the first frame the figure is bright, sharply emphasized with vivid red oranges. In the second, the character is in transition, in two different positions going toward a grayish and fading atmosphere. In the third frame, as reminiscence of what once was a big dream, the subject stands on more realistic notes and in her hand is trying to hold on to the last fruit left, in a discreet manner.