(after Mumler)
Holding Hands
There is a book 'The Perfect Medium: Photography and theOccult' with a tremendous selection of spirit photographs. (Best one, Mary Todd in widows weeds with the ghost of her beloved Abe Lincoln). They are absurd but people believed them because there was the perception of photography as truth, and they had faith. So do I, in my own way, which is why I spent yesterday pushing all the furniture in the green room into the hall and made a theater. Today I set the stage.
Puppet
No Exit
Time out of joint
Curtain Call
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
The unconscious Line-Up
The line up.
Today was to be cleaning day which is why I am sitting on the floor playing with pictures. I pieced together the last three I did, out of sequence, and I think they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. It was not intentional. I like to think I am conscious of what I am doing but I am not infrequently wrong on that point.
Today was to be cleaning day which is why I am sitting on the floor playing with pictures. I pieced together the last three I did, out of sequence, and I think they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. It was not intentional. I like to think I am conscious of what I am doing but I am not infrequently wrong on that point.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Eclipse
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Apology
I cannot recall if I ever mailed a copy of this letter.
It reads:
'Dear C-
There is no excuse for my not having written in so long. I wrote letter after letter and never mailed them,
disgusted with the fact that they were the same story over and over again.
My constantly predicted decline; each time I spiral down I find myself looking up.
Being the method of your own destruction is not only tiring but so very, very common.
I still work, I still hope. I miss you, and I find myself with a steady ---- (*letter torn) of ideas for which you would be the ideal model. The latest of which is --- (*) illustration of a common plea:
I do not want to die terrified,
I do not want to die weeping,
I do not want to die holding the heart of someone I love in my hands.
I see a woman prostrate before the opened pages of a newspaper upon which has been placed a cow heart.
I would use a human heart but aside from the legal ramifications they are just too small.
------- (*crossed out)
Love,
Z'
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Ring in the new...
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