Dec 28 2003
The cemetery
I’ve always thought that cemeteries were extremely eerie, not just because of the fact that dead people live there, but because of the things we do to the land to signify their presence. The angels, goblins and other mythical creatures that almost stand as bodies for the deceased to inhabit in their next life, watching us as we pass. As I wandered past those statues I expected their eyes to wander with my footsteps, observing their sacred space, as well as their neighbour’s. We put so much effort into caring for the dead with trivial graveyard paraphernalia (flowers, photos, trinkets etc.) all because we can’t answer one question: Does anything really happen after life? I make a comparison on a daily basis between the actions I take and the actions of someone I know - except today. As I wandered the ghostly cemetery I took solace in the notion that in death, there are no decisions, and every action you make is entirely inconsequential.
(apologies for the number of images, but I quite like them all.)
February 12th, 2004 at 4:25 pm
i wasn’t going to write anything because i feel like i’m eavesdropping on your life, but i found your link on the lambstar.net site and i am completely and utterly in awe at the work i have seen on your site.
wow.
i don’t know what else to say. your photographic eye is as beautiful and descriptive as the poet’s pen and the painter’s brush. your photos have given life to new adjectives which have yet to be uttered.
sorry…i’m wanking a bit here, but i REALLY like your work.
(and i too loved a lot of the photos i have taken in cemeteries…no shame in that!)