Four more strange recovered eighties photos. Four photos that conjure memories like dreams. Four tiny records of a life that seems so removed from the creature I am today.

The first picture is legendary within my own personal history. That billboard with that handpainted phrase faced the house I grew up in. I always watched the sign painters freshen up the sign. It was three colors. Blue, white and black.

Even as a child I knew it was a message I was manifesting. Almost like a bookmark I had placed from before the creation of this reality. A key that I latch onto or something I should remember differently. I still haven’t figured out the extent of it’s importance besides the obvious.

The next image is a self-portrait from my teen years. Dark and ominous. I left all the scratches from the negative stay put rather than Photoshop this relics. The thing I notice most about this self-portrait other than the darkness and scratches is the priest collar shirt.

Third image is of my bed. Perfectly made. Dark like the self portrait. Untouched with tons of fuzz providing the light. A dream of comfort that is forever lost.

Finally an image of an abandoned house. Mattresses cover the broken windows. The shutter smear of a double exposure provides CCD Failure light painting over half the shot. Strange how these ideas keep popping up.

Which is why I wonder about the deeper meaning of “Slay Your Enemies With…Kindness.” That elipsis is cryptic. A pause of possibility. Kindness almost being an obvious answer to such a public statement.

In the previous set I thought I had better photographs. Technically better photographs. But I think this set has better ideas. Ideas that haunt me.

(Note that changes to the website galleries has caused the text to not completely follow the original order. It’s still easy to follow. It’s four pictures.)