Camera Obscura

Eyes see what we think. Whether it’s something we like, or something we’re afraid of, mind pictures are not an objective summary of life (is such a thing possible?). Even cameras lie, and tell stories that have narrators and hopes. The two dimensional form they squash real space into is shaded all over with these ideas. So many beautiful ideas.

In the realm of monsters it’s important to remember that some of these creatures have been hitherto unknown. How can our eyes see un-liked, un-feared and un-thought quantities? Clearly, we need some help. This help comes in the form of my camera obscura, passed down (somewhat awkwardly due to its strange boxy shape) to me from a long line of monster-hunting ancestors. My camera obscura snags shots that slip my eyes’ grasp.

Here’s a freshly coiffed and slightly titillating monster lurking by the side of the superhighway on Chiang Mai. I stopped for a drink on my long dusty passage and had a feeling about that hair.  

 Kate helped wielded the unwieldy box to capture this fight. It happened with little understanding at the time. Instinct takes over, and time moves in circles more silly than usual.