The Sky Finally Explodes

[jwyche]

The day after my grandmother died, I had this roll of film developed. Isn't it odd how one important event goes next to another unimportant event and completely colors it. The film was absolutely expired. I translated most of the images to black and white in order to preserve something of them. I shot all these before I knew she died and yet each one describes my grief, somehow.




Here is a typical description of the color problems expressed on this roll of film:




Flowers turn to black jungles, old milk crates glow with anticipation.




My house becomes a prison. The world becomes a prison.




I am touching the world and we are all turning to water. We are flickering. We are wavering.




The things of the world are so close but we are detached from them. Touch them and the get farther away.




Innocent entities go to the dark.




But on the whole, I don't mean to seem sad. My grandfather died, her husband, that is, and that was the beginning. Now she has died and this is the end. Now we can all let go and be happy for her.



I'm disappointed that so few of the film pictures turned out. I've been taking very few digital pictures, but here they are. The double exposure feature on my camera kind of sucks. It will only take one multiple exposure picture before the setting resets and I have to go back through the menu and change it back. And I have to take the exposures one right after another, no lag time, or it resets. But I did get a few I liked.