I’ve lifted these ‘stills’ from the vid clips of the supermoon i shot last night (writes Ian). Not that they were still exactly. They kept mutating and morphing.
The moon is a magical mistress, playing tricks on our imaginations. We see ambiguous figures and fantastical forms. We see figments of faces.
What does it look like to you? Something out of a Grimms Fairytale perhaps. But whats it doing stuck up there on a cloud in the middle of the night?
And what is this meant to be? An oriental moon-cat?
And this, well this is a medieval muppet obviously. Grisling right up into the face of his somnolent sleeping companion
Everywhere in this mushroom moon cloud are eyes staring out
Looking to somewhere I don’t know, into the Betwixt or the Beyond.
Looking bereft, forlorn, looking lost and haunted.
This man just looks like he’s had enough, looks nonplussed, about to expire his last clouded breath.
So many faces, effigy-like, packed together in this moon of cloud
How many can you see bundled together here?
I got to about 12 (or possibly 14)
Here is how I ended the film: with the Main Moon Man
So all these images are within the realms of fantasy, they’re dream-like grotesques and cartoons.
But now we’re getting onto something which feels, well – spooky.
She’s disturbing me this little girl
Sat on her cloud like little Miss Tuffet
This image is perhaps the most perturbing of all.
That is a mans face. That is a womans face. They are – or were – human beings right? That woman looks like she could be in a photograph (not up in a cloud)
This is all very strange. I can hardly believe what I’m seeing.
Maybe I haven’t really seen any of this. Maybe it was just moon cloud clowning about in the camera.
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