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The Supplement: Tutorphil's 'Visitations' (Part 2)

If my previous Visitations were from 'beyond the stars', these alternate manifestations of time + light + 35mm are most likely from beyond the grave. Or maybe they're angels? Or demons. Once again, I take only limited credit for the results. Long exposure photography is a dance in the darkness and these even more so, for this time it was the light sources that remained stationary, while the human figure ebbed and flowed and turned as if to smoke. There is something inherently spooky about photography, the way a photographic image is sometimes able to capture what wasn't present at the time of its taking. I'm sure the luckless photographer, Keith Jennings, would agree. When I look at these images - especially the first two - there are things appearing out of those woods that I can't readily explain - and I was there. When I was a child, I had an encyclopedia of unexplained phenomena, which I pored over, drawn always to the photographic...

The Supplement: Tutorphil's 'Visitations' (Part 1)

Maybe it's the quality of the dark or the size of the spiders, but for whatever reason I find my Summer holidays in rural France fire my imagination and turn my thoughts to phantasmagoria.  The photographs that follow in this home-grown Supplement were taken in the Summer of 2011 and 2012 using 35mm film of varying speeds. Using very primitive kit - an ancient Praktica, a household torch, LED camping lights, a mosquito net, bamboo canes, plastic water bottles, vine leaves, recycling sacks, a paper lampshade, a green football, a hurricane lamp - I set about formulating some kind of creative response to the primal dark and cinematic expanses of stars that characterise this location. There is something properly magical about long exposure photography. I am entirely absent from these images (the one visible figure is none other than 'Photoshop Phill' ), and yet I am nonetheless in all of them. It was me whirling those comet trails through the night. It w...