Her Gaze

There’s something, 

Curious, playful, yet ancient and understanding 

Undeniable. 

something in her eyes so beautifully haunting, 

the memory alone makes my bones shiver still . . 

at the same time, bringing my heart comfort and warmth, like coming home

What I wouldn’t give to see her again, 

To gaze into her eyes, and have our souls reunite and dance underneath the stars 🌌

A lantern lights the night at a cozy tea-house in the village. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Guerilla Dreams

Last night I dreamt what it was like to be in war,

The people around you, they start to disappear . . 

Tonight someone’s missing from the dinner table

Grabbing at anything to put out the flames,

I leave all my clothes behind,

I won’t be needing them anymore.. 

In this lighting, the landscape outside looks like a nightmare hedge, skies ablaze. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

This image represents the horrors of warfare, something i’ve only glimpsed in the nightmare world i entered while asleep last night. The image is a still i took from a video on exhibit at Somerset House, London in summer 2016, entitled, “Dreaming with Stanley Kubrick.” © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

When will the dust clear, and what will be left? © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Astronaut Looking in from the Outside, or Looking Out from the Inside 

Fuck, I’m still falling for her . . 

Cosmic work of art ✨ Part of the exhibit, Dreaming with Stanley Kubrick, at Somerset House, London, Summer 2016 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography


I felt this image perfectly expressed what it might be like for a person who truly loves someone, but isn’t able to be a part of their life. 

Whispers

It was always you I felt in my heart

Who whispered, “You’re safe. You’ve come home.” 

I lay my head on your chest, so that I can feel your rythym 

And I whisper back, “No matter what it seemed, a love like ours could never truly come undone.” 

A flower resting, as seen in summertime, England. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography