Day 10: Childhood dream
Ever since I was maybe 4 or 5 years old I’ve had a recurring dream of being inside this dark concrete space, looking into another room, closed off by a wall-sized pane of glass. Inside is a large floating boulder-looking thing made of something like black obsidian. It pulsates and grows, and presses upon the glass until the glass finally shatters and falls down on me. I still dream this sometimes during the first few minutes of sleep.
Original matte painting on glass for Kurosawa’s “Dreams.”
ILM headquarters, San Francisco
