Sound is a powerful force. Our memories tend to hold onto it. When I first laid eyes on this young lady it was her sound that caught my attention first.
This woman appeared in about three nightmares of mine for no reason at all. She was often crying. So much so, that I never recall seeing her actual eyes. She was huddled up in a corner with nothing but a sheet covering her naked body. This marks the second piece of art she’s inspired.
This has been Day 6 of