A Painted Ghost

Some Cultures believe that capturing an image of a person

captures a piece of the subject's soul.

Trapping it within the reproduction.
Having been captured though

Could it then escape?

Drawn to a living spirit?

What purpose would such a spirit have?

To follow and observe?

To protect?

Or does purpose depend on the soul captured?

Would it be more sinister?

What of afterwards?

Would it then roam free to find another bright living spirit?

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On A Painted Ghost

With this photo series I wanted to communicate a simple haunting in a different and more sinister light. As I scouted photo locations throughout town, the mural in Downtown Salisbury seemed the perfect choice. Due to the period clothing and near photographic depiction of its characters Cyndy Arthur-Rankin's mural of turn-of-the-century Salisbury seemed a perfect location for a haunting. The facial expression on one character is so intense that I knew I had to use it as my "ghost". In creating the series I found myself considering turn of the century spirit photography and contemplating how some cultures still believe that reflections, and thus photography, captures the soul of the subject. I used this concept to form my haunting around a series of images taken of my daughter around town. In the first few photos I wanted to generate an idea of the trapped spirit in the mural image. My narrative is based around the idea that it may be possible for these images to escape. Wanting to create an aura of haunting I had the ghost appear at distance initially and gradually get closer, because of this the images must be viewed sequencially for the full effect of a stalking ghost to be realized. I feel that by sequencing the photos this way I was able to create a feeling of suspense in the observer as the ghost approaches the subject. Not wanting to portray a stereotyped haunting I shot each image in broad daylight rather than at night or in twilight in order to contrast the bright scenes with the dark concept of the haunting. The images all lead inevitably to the last which I felt would leave the viewer with a feeling of unease as the ghost stalks a new victim.

T Marts

Self-Portrait and Personal Statement

I see disturbing trends in today’s popular culture. The glorification of self-abasement that is rampant in reality TV and the eroticizing of violence and gore in film leads me to wonder just what insane entertainment our society will come up with next.

We seem to crave our fifteen minutes of fame and those of us that get it never seem to want to give it up. This need has evolved from incestuous siblings duking it out on the Jerry Springer Show to half dressed wannabe drag queens squalling on American Idol. We are plagued with shows like Fox’s More to Love and MTV's The Jersey Shore whose only claim to redemption is to allow viewers to see that their lives aren’t all that bad after all, somewhere out there is someone with less class, less talent and less pride than those watching. Paradoxically, this fuels the need, pushing thousands to try out for their chance to debase themselves in front of a camera.

This drive to be the center of attention fuels the nonsense of reality TV, leading to bizarre behavior from people who should know better, such as the parents of the now infamous balloon boy. In October of 2009 they claimed that their six year old son was trapped in a hot air balloon hoping to attract attention to their family and gain their own reality show. Their need to be famous led them to create a worldwide media hoax resulting in prison time, but I’m sure they’ll be on the next incarnation of Lockup.

As if this self-destructive drive for attention isn’t enough, TV shows and many films glorify and eroticize violence. The gore and blood fests of films such as Hannibal and The Hills have Eyes have become the new standard. With twisted minds such as Rob Zombie behind the camera we get to see everything from cannibalism to self –amputation, up close and personal, enhanced by Computer Generated effects so life like even the actors wonder if it’s real. In a culture that holds the natural intercourse between two people as a taboo subject our popular culture has replaced sex with the violence in its horror movies. With the advent of obscenly gory footage popularized by movies such as Saw, films increasingly use long panning and close up shots of bloodied victims to create a nearly pornographic sense of disgust in its audience. Cable TV shows have embraced this blood lust merrily with shows such as Starz’ Spartacus: Blood and Sand, which mixes vivid images of sex with an obscene splattering of bloody violence. This fusion of sex and violence only makes me wonder where entertainment media is going in the future.

I wonder at this future, when splatter-porn and reality TV merge to give us a reality show where two groups, one of men and one of women, battle to the death so the survivors can go on a date. Surprisingly, I don’t see this as too farfetched in a world where Jersey Shore and American Idol are considered good TV.