Death at the Asylum

I photographed these bath tubs in an old abandoned hospital in

the "ghost town" of Jerome. While wandering around the "empty"

building I picked up a couple of discarded Polaroids left by a

homeless couple. I immediately recognized the man in one of the

photos as the man who had murdered one of my female employees by

strangling her with a vacuum hose wrapped around her neck. He was 6'

4", she was 4' 11". He is currently serving a 20 year term.

 

And then I forgot about the incident. A year later I was putting

together a collage, letting my mind have free rein as I usually do,

and when I was finished - totally finished - I was dumb struck by

what my sub-conscious mind had done. I had, without conscious

thought, extracted my revenge!

 

Since that time I have come to realize that all my collages have a

much deaper meaning (upon later viewing). And so, I work very hard at

NOT pre-conceiving them before I start. Does this deeper meaning

reach other people? Who knows. It doesn't matter.

What a story/message. The abandoned tub is morbid and well exposed. Clean work on the body, too. However, I don't think the first lower half of the collage blends in (at least from a lighting point of view) with the upper half; plus, the two are not balanced enough, too many elements seem to draw, strain my eyes downwards.

Sad story, may she rip, but the photo is good!

Quite Bizarre. Whatever story it's behind it, it's very Kurosava.