Tia and Kami, Of The Unfamiliar
Somewhere past the fog, up in one of those lit windows, was a woman they’d met twice — once at a funeral, once for an hour that was supposed to make this feel less like a stranger’s door.
Her sister reached over and took her hand without being asked, the way she used to when a room got too loud, and they stood there together in the mist, watching the building for some sign of which window might someday feel like theirs.
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What a poignant image!
Thanks! Yes, I almost passed on using it for this series, but I kept coming back to it and finally decided to go with my gut. I’m glad I did.
Again I love this image. What a wonderful vision you are exploring with your art! I love the story and both image and words convey the mystery they both are facing.
Thank you, Monte. For each image in this “Life Frames” series, there have probably been a couple of dozen different images and revisions that didn’t make it. The image usually comes first, although that’s not a hard rule. I mostly go with my gut and look for the makings of a story with human emotional attachment. Then I build the story not from describing the details of the image, but by pulling in details and events even beyond it and how the people found themselves where they are. If I find the time, this week’s Fanciful Friday post might include a bit of an explanation for the “Life Frames” series.