Empire Makers

Angry from that moment on, we would never be the same...

July 10, 1973: Van Nuys, California, Lucille Miller, 43, paroled a year ago after serving seven years in prison for the slaying of her dentist and husband, is seen leaving municipal court on Monday after her arraignment on a charge of shoplifting a …

July 10, 1973: Van Nuys, California, Lucille Miller, 43, paroled a year ago after serving seven years in prison for the slaying of her dentist/husband, is seen leaving municipal court on Monday after her arraignment on a charge of shoplifting a $7 blouse. If convicted, Mrs. Miller faces a possible revocation of her parole and a return to prison, to serve more of the life term originally given on the murder charge.
(Found press-release photo, 10 x 6-1/4," all appropriation rights reserved).

October 8, 1964: Cork's rented Volkswagen is inspected by authorities; Baynan Street, Alta Loma (referred to now as Rancho Cucamonga)."Angry from that moment on, we would never be the same:" Daughter Deborah J. Miller, A Mother's Crime.

October 8, 1964: Cork's rented Volkswagen is inspected by authorities; Baynan Street, Alta Loma; referred to now as Rancho Cucamonga.

"Angry from that moment on, we would never be the same:" Daughter Deborah J. Miller, A Mother's Crime.

1965: During the trial, Lucille Miller confers with her attorney, Edward P. Foley. Photo Credit: John Malmin, photo journalist for the LA Times.

1965: During the trial, Lucille Miller confers with her attorney, Edward P. Foley. Photo Credit: John Malmin, photo journalist for the LA Times.

1965: Dr. Gordan (Cork) Miller, Lucille Marie Miller, and Lucille Miller's lover, attorney Arthwell C. Hayton.Empire Makers_5, 2015, found photograph,  8 x 10," all appropriation rights reserved.

1965: Dr. Gordan (Cork) Miller, Lucille Marie Miller, and Lucille Miller's lover, attorney Arthwell C. Hayton.
(Found photograph,  8 x 10," all appropriation rights reserved)

Empire Makers
Found photos, digital assembly; 2015
Copyright © Tennyson Woodbridge, 1963 to present. All appropriation rights reserved

M. Castleton’s Tin

His is the shock of being able to see into the future, seeing us gazing back at him and yet (frozen in tin) unable to engage.

We can look him over in a myriad of ways, even flip him over if we like, but M. Castleton cannot move, cannot even blink. We feel sorry for him. In a future near, our brains will be scanned in their entirety, all 100 billion neurons and 100 trillion connections, so that people in the further future (if we could recognize them as that), will be able to fully engage with our holographic avatar universe. In that sense, they will possess our "soul," our every thought and memory we one time held—yet without all the aches and pains, sunken dreams and sorrows. Our "soulmind," will operate perpetually in some petri dish, on a decorative computer chip in the bathroom by the foyer, or on a living room mantle like grandpa’s ashes—an endless tranquil think-tank, a digital universe—caught in our own uniquely familiar, infinite gaze.

This is what we see in the eyes of M. Castleton’s tin. Our children’s children will have children, and their children will feel sorry for us, up there above the mantle and caught suspended as we are, no longer evolving in perpetuity, as will be their custom. Soon enough in the future our avatar universe will not lie merely static, but will continue to flourish with thought and idea—in essence, will continue to “grow” mentally, forever after our corporeal existence has (or maybe hasn’t) passed.

This is what we’ll see in the eyes of M. Castleton’s tin. These are the nebulous thoughts he’ll hurdle forth through time and space. His perpetual deer-in-the-headlights vogue, as he once queried into a primitive soul-catching device, a camera contraption, an early memory gatherer. M. Castleton will be grasping, in one timeless moment, as the aperture dawned and a flash of light blasted, this unlikely if not unthinkable future was right there up in his grill—glaring him in the face.

M. Castleton, 1896 Found tintype, 2014 M. Castleton’s Tin Digital assembly with text, 22 January, 2015 M. Castleton’s Tin is a collaboration between Jay Jurisich and Tennyson Woodbridge and may be reproduced in part or in full, expressly or unexpr…

M. Castleton’s Tin, 1906 - 2015
Found tintype, 2014 + collaborative written history (Jay Jurisich and Tennyson Woodbridge), 22 January, 2015.

M. Castleton’s Tin is a collaboration between Jay Jurisich and Tennyson Woodbridge and may be reproduced in part or in full, expressly or unexpressly for an open period of 75 years; after which point any use is strictly forbidden.

Arley and Sylvia Savage

ARLEY and SYLVIA SAVAGE

Ignoring the strict avalanche warning signs, Arley and Sylvia Savage, as well as their close friend Bob, proceeded toward the basin. Twenty minutes later and buried alive, Arley had a moment to think. 2011, Found photo/vellum/collage, 50x60 cm; pro…

Ignoring the strict avalanche warning signs, Arley and Sylvia Savage, as well as their close friend Bob proceeded toward the basin. Twenty minutes later and buried alive, Arley had a moment to think.

Found photo w vellum collage, 2011 (prose from 1988), 50x60 cm
Copyright © Tennyson Woodbridge, 1963 to present