The creation of a self-contained photographic story, not to mention the construction of a novel whose psychological reality is analogous to the worlds of Andre Breton, Oskar Kokoshka and Rene Magritte has been until now an unrealized ambition among photographers. Falling Eyelids is a book of superb photographs. They work individually and more importantly they work together. It is also a true novel with a well-developed group of characters and powerful rhythms of theme and sub-theme. That it is a strange tale I cannot deny. But its strangeness is that of a dream. Although very personal so too is it immediately accessible.