The Party Is Over
Did I say it gets better? It doesn't.
An accidental multiple exposure. This self portrait of me crying was not meant to be superimposed over the home I lived in with my father and mother when I was three but somehow, it was. This film was boiled in my deceased father's favorite flowers, orange day lilies. A lot of meaning in one shot.
My father's cowardly lion, a toy from his childhood. Boiled in orange day lilies.
Expired kodak gold bathed in baking soda.
My dad's old angel, passed down from his grandfather, now passed down to me. Low lighting. It helps with the feeling of a seance.
Low lighting recreated the eeriness of receiving a letter from beyond the grave. This was written to me when I was 5 by my father. I'm now reading it five years after his death. Shot on film boiled in orange day lilies, his favorite flower.
We went back to the dead bird and gave it a proper send off. Expired kodak gold bathed in baking soda.
Boiled in orange day lilies.
My chidhood home. I lived here with my parents before their divorce and my father's death. Shot on Fuji Superia boiled in cornflower petals.