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.
And what is this meant to be? An oriental moon-cat?
Looking to somewhere I don’t know, into the Betwixt or the Beyond.
This man just looks like he’s had enough, looks nonplussed, about to expire his last clouded breath.
How many can you see bundled together here?
Here is how I ended the film: with the Main Moon Man
But now we’re getting onto something which feels, well – spooky.
She’s disturbing me this little girl
This image is perhaps the most perturbing of all.
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.