There came a moment in my reading, scavenged from used bookstores and whispers on the wind. Where I contemplated the essence of poison, both physical and spiritual. A thought that stretched from the Danse Macabre of the plague years past the story of Jack the Ripper, and onto my present percolations. These works, completed in the darkroom with overlays and using Man Ray’s solarizing effect are purely analog. The digital realm has its moments, but the smell of a darkroom is forever.