Chest Pains And Blurred Vision

Enter the Ghost

"... that something terrible is in every photograph:
the return of the dead."
Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida

Lewis Payne has died. Lewis Payne going to die. The photographic portrait, then, as the "crush of Time", as that space where "Time is stuck" in such a way that has already killed still has to go to die. The time of the portrait as a return, as the place of the spectral, as the showing of the dead in their non-death, then stopped and what happened to the unspeakable. Lewis Payne has died. Lewis Payne die on the gallows at the age of twenty years a July 7, 1865 that it always lies ahead. Alexander Gardner
take this image while Payne - hours earlier? "Days before? - Handcuffed expected time of execution. For Roland Barthes is the example, the "pure representation" of photographic noema , of \u200b\u200bthat "this has been" which is repeated until the inaudible after each shot. "This has been," this has given eyes in this interrupted time its gonna be a future that is now our past. But this future-past is precisely what is in the picture as it escaped. "Photography does not say (necessarily) what no longer, but only and no doubt what has been ." Lewis Payne
continues now and forever in your going to die so again tomorrow, as if not in his portrait would be future for him. Perhaps the warning, I might be thinking that it warns, and in his eyes, then I can afford to read the knowledge that every moment-every moment that time is atomized to ensure the camera, "every moment is denial of the possibility of death so that, in his not-be-future, he knows, Lewis Payne has been saved.