The camera creates the illusion of movement like the present creates the illusion of life. Tales of Gothic history and fiction are transferred to celluloid and arc lighting casts flickering animations on blank walls much as the fires from the eyes of vampires lights the cave walls where we dwell in our fantasy stupor convinced that we have control over our minds and actions yet so few of us do. Watch as the stories unfold and attempt to bring focus to your quest for eternal life. The only requirement is abandonment of all you have known and to enter into my realm of blackest black.

Attempting to portray the Gothic mystique the weavers of dreams use the art of photographic hypnotism to divert you and enrapture you with the mix of music and lights the way the storms from the deepest south cast their warm winds upon you like cats in the night while you sleep on your slab of hopes. Watch as the Hollywood teasers try and commercialize our Gothic stories and seek out the horror that is more in line with our orbits around the heavens and through the corridors of the hellish place so may choose to dwell.

There are smiles along the way and a feeding of the stereotypes we have created that we all are black wearing misanthropes but this is fallacy! Our journey is unique and the portrayal in film has often lied to those to enforce their ignorance to the true meaning of those of us who dare to live the Gothic destiny by choice and by the heed of our controller who in her generosity often allows us moments of f4ree will despite our insistence that we are not bound by her rules.