I have always felt that life in itself can sometimes feel like little more than a waking dream. We live our lives touching each other for brief moments, and as time flows like a stream over and around small and insignificant pebbles on its bed, later we will have forgotten we even existed, barely noticing the world around us even though we interact with it and the others who inhabit it on a constant basis. To this end, this is an image from "Somnambulism", a body of work made between 2015 and 2022 which hopes to capture something of this.