First Light

She roamed the woods endlessly. The trees morphed into nightmares, monsters and beasts in the dark, so she began to run. She cried and panted, and curled up like a caterpillar wishing someday that she too will have wings and finally be free of this place...

With dawns first light, her thirst for freedom was renewed, and she now had one thing that trusted her forward: Hope.       She finally wondered...

Maybe there is a beast....maybe it’s only us.

— Lord of the Flies

This self portrait was taken in the fall, just after most leaves fell off the trees in Hampstead Heath. It was part of a series about dreams and nightmares, and how our nightmares haunt our waking lives.