This series of experimental Polaroids were created for the cassette artwork for Bonzaii’s ‘Death in the Cities’ EP (Decaying Spheres release) which was inspired by the conscious planet from Tarkovsky’s Solaris. These were made by first photographing water (an element which seems to play a part in the ‘doorways between worlds’) reflections etc, and then physically pushing/lifting the emulsion and layering these with the resulting transparencies. The aim was to create circular pieces using both monochrome Polaroids and The Impossible Project’s expired circular frame film to evoke the shape of a moving, spherical field of dreamlike consciousness. Krystyna Curtis aka Haunted Light is a uk based multidisciplinary artist, currently working chiefly in experimental photography & film, but also through illustration, sound & installation. Her work concerns the often esoteric, liminal spaces between all things; the hidden worlds usually accessible only through dreams and visions.
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