
"The Spectrum" (manipulated photography) © 2005
"In the vaults of unfathomable sadness which Fate has already banished me; Where does never radius pink and gay where, alone with the Night, sullen hostess, I'm like a painter a mocking God condemns to paint, alas! over darkness; Where, cook funeral appetites; I boil and eat my heart, Now and shines and grows, and spreads A specter is grace and splendor. At its dreamy eastern When it reaches its full magnitude, I acknowledge my beautiful visitor; It is! dark and yet luminous. " C. Baudelaire, a ghost, I. Darkness.