The Frosty Camera and the death of The Flowery Room...

 I was delighted that my latest exploits troubling the Border had not been in vain. After a six hour exposure and a frozen camera, I was delighted to have an image, all be it one with a cheesy topping. But these images were not so much about artistic merit (although of obvious importance), but more to do with were they were made. The same could be said for the images I made in my parents house (see above). The Flowery Room I had remembered fondly as a kiddy, and photographed as part of a project, was now some vile blood colored shrine with heart shaped butterfly decor..

Maybe frozen in time would of been a better title..