doing things with words and pictures
A primal fear that outlasts its source may take on the shape-shifting character once ascribed to ghosts. The historical is only one dimension.
Growing up, the spectre that haunted Europe was our own. It was strange and melancholy, the moment we found out that ghosts also decompose.There are other dimensions. However, it's a close to impossible job, getting past history's determinations. There's also those shiny, always-new-always-the-same fetish objects that decorate our unfreedom.