In boyhood and youth my imagination was second only to my real life.
Now at age 75 my dreams seem to be more real than ever before and especially so as I wake up many times during the night. I can reflect on the strangeness of these dreams and at the very least I am aware that these recent realities of sleep are not real in my world of being awake.
American photographer Minor White ,who may have been the only photographer that I know of with Buddhist leanings into contemplation, wrote a lot about previzualization This concept was about looking at a potential photographic scene, imagining how to do it and then realizing it to the letter in the resulting photograph.
When my friend, a virtuoso concert pianist, informed me about a photographic collaboration with yours truly I spent a few hours of insomnia thinking of possibilities.
The possibilities involved the idea that as a young boy, waking up to the fact that girls existed, I wanted to know about them and principally about those forbidden and hidden differences that they did not share with me.
And so I took photographs of my Chickering baby grand the day before the session. It was fun to find out that the first image that I took with my Mamiya RB-67 loaded with discontinued Fuji 3200 ISO b+w instant film resulted in the very image from my imagination. What you see here is a Photoshop reversed version of the peel.