Like dust, like sea, like crystal balls. The black magic of Miss Scarpulla's photography is something akin to the deep swimming dreams of the occult (Crowley would plots if he could see these fine pictographs).
Its something like a river of mist running through the tissues of your brain. It clouds the senses and you are left to wonder and to terrorize yourself. I get goosebumps every single time I file through her portfolio.
Alison, I love you.