Ghosts In My Memory's ImaginationTuesday, June 19, 2012
I left my centrally located studio (on the corner of Granville and Robson) in September 2010. It was called the Farmer Building. My studio was long with windows overlooking Eaton’s/Sears. The block-long wall reflected wonderful light into my studio.
I had faced that perennial plumbing problem of finance (or how to fill a tub with water if the stopper is not attached) of money in not exceeding money out. My wife Rosemary was too kind. She said she thought that giving up my studio would undo my already low morale. So she let me keep it longer than I should. I now wish I had left the studio even a year before as we might have accumulated some helpful funds in the bank.
When I go to town and this is now rare I always make it point to pass by the corner. The building has been demolished but I can feel (or at least imagine) the ghosts of the people that posed for me in the many years that I was there.
Today I looked for a particular negative that is a mystery to me. I had been shooting in my studio some 10 years or more with a Widelux 35mm swivel lens panoramic camera. It became late so I left the camera set up and went home. It was only few weeks later that when I processed the roll of film from the Widelux that I noticed a frame/exposure that I never took. The negative is almost impossible to print as it is a highly streaked and over-exposed Kodak Black and White Infrared Film. In the murk of the photo (it is indeed in my studio) I can discern a couple. I have no idea of what they might be doing. One of them is a man. Is it possible that they were struggling and he pushed her out of the window, shades of Antonioni’s Blowup? There was a low roof below, so if she had fallen it would have taken weeks for anybody to find out.
There is another problem. The Widelux does not have a self-timer so that means that there was at least another person in my studio who pressed the camera’s shutter button. Who were they? I will never know. I will just have to add this couple to all those ghosts that inhabited my studio who still haunt my memory’s imagination.