by Catherine King
This was supposed to be a series of big embedded images, but I'm having trouble with cropping and scaling so I can't show you the riveting orb images I captured outside just now.
You may have noticed that I capture then immediately post my orb images these days. The spontaneity helps me to feel closer to my collaborators.
I'm really happy with the way the Enchanted series is coming along. The actual title is Enchanted by Day/Haunted by Night.
I don't know how long the series will get to be-- I can go up to 99 images-- before I begin to examine another aspect of spirit photography. I might bring the camera back inside and do interiors again, like I did in the Haunted Apartment.
The orbs are out there alright, so I'm sure they must be inside here as well. Bricks and glass wouldn't keep them out. Yes, I'm sure that Jerome and I are living in a haunted house.
But all this has implications for you. This may be our house, but that's your outside that we share with you, and as you can see from the beginning of my ENCHANTED series, there are plenty of orbs all over.
I don't think I have any more spirit photography up on the internet at this time. I used to have lots and lots up, took it down, put more up, took that down. Nobody, except Glen Lineberry, ever seemed interested. (Lisa Greve let Glen Lineberry do all the talking when Jerome and I went to the Bentley Projects meetings to discuss our American Gothic exhibition. I assumed she was interested because he was interested, though Lisa Greve basically just sat there saying nothing).
Anyway, at this point, I don't want to hear from anybody about orbs, spirit photography, or anything else, and it looks like we're going to be keeping the comments shut down for quite some time.
But I'll leave you with this thought. . . those aren't just my orbs out there. That is the future of humanity you're looking at when you look at one of my spirit photographs. The sure knowledge of your impending death should motivate you to live a better life. Death is such a sad place. You may choose to be a wanker in this life, but you'll regret it for eternity, wanker.
Posted by Jerome at June 21, 2005 04:08 AM | TrackBack