Playhouse Hereafter

This deserted building holding remains of Playhouse props of many years ago is where eloquence has a heart that drums to their individualistic rhythms. Singing their songs in a key of happy, or tragedy, giggles take turns with sobs. Whatever the agenda of the props, they belt them out. Here they live!! Their “Hereafter,” their home for all time, is an orchestra of emotion.

Excited to be given access to be a witness, I became a devoted audience with my large format digital camera and studio lighting. Permission was also granted, and encouraged, for me to sing along with them in their hereafter with compositions of their props born of my capricious imagination. Working there was hard. Photographs with my techniques can often take a couple of days. One picture I did over three times.
Props need to be dramatic. Their job is grab an audience, hold it tight, and do it from a stage. Subtlety is for the dead. No, this is not a dead place. This is HEREAFTER for emotion in a duet with my capricious psyche.

Any reference of these photographs to documentation of reality is unintentional, and hereby disclaimed.