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October 16, 2007
Why photography was invented.
Imagine the scene. It is dark and cold outside, you’re all huddled together round the fire, the bones of the recently eaten lay scattered across the dusty floor, the fire-light flickers across the rough surface of the back wall of the cave.
Billy One-Tooth gets up to relieve himself behind a convenient boulder. However, though he is out of sight of the rest of the gang, he has inadvertently positioned himself twixt fire and wall. The group are presented with the shadow of Billy One-Tooth siphoning the python. They laugh, a dirty guttural primordial laugh, as was their wont.
Billy, hearing the laughter, noticing his shadow and not being one to miss an opportunity, begins to manipulate his pudenda to continued howls of mirth. After some moment's practice he is able, by the shadow cast, to fashion a silhouette of the conveniently absent Chief Bloodaxe with remarkable accuracy.
“Quick” said someone, “get the camera!”
My how times have changed...
he/she, Tim Webster and Sue Noble, currently part of Traum und Trauma at MUMOK, Vienna
Posted by john at October 16, 2007 10:42 AM