Black white photos from the Guggenheim retrospective
No 10, 1950
Untitled (Black on Dark Maroon) 1964
Untitled (Brown, Green, Green-grey on Deep Brown) 1965
No 2, 1954
While it can be popularly stated that Rothko is all about color, these striking and stark black and white photos of his color work from a 1970′s Guggenheim retrospective catalog, offer us a different look into Rothko’s use of light and shadow.
When anyone begins researching Ted Bundy one of the first things they’ll read about is how specific his victim type was. The general belief is that Ted specifically sought out young women with long, dark hair parted in the middle and that these girls were similar in stature. Just looking at photos of the girls can, in my opinion, quickly dispel some of these beliefs. However, I do believe Ted had a preference for long hair. Whenever his girlfriend Liz - who had long hair - told him she was thinking of cutting it he would become very upset. He even told Raelynne Shepard - the drama teacher at the high school Debra Kent was abducted from - that he liked long hair. As far as the middle part goes, I believe most of the victims had one because it was popular in the seventies. I don’t think that was a specific quality that Ted looked for. One definite similarity between Ted Bundy’s victims was their ages. They were all extremely young - between the ages of twelve and twenty-six. Another similarity was their kindness and innocence. Most of these young women died while offering the seemingly well-meaning Ted a helping hand.
Now onto the differences. Not all of his victims were brunettes. Susan Rancourt, Janice Ott, Nancy Wilcox, Lisa Levy, and Kathy Parks all had blonde hair. In black and white photos hair colors can look similar when they are not, so can faces. This might be why many people think that the girls have similar features. Maybe some do, but the available photos of them make it so hard to tell. They weren’t all the same height either, with Laura Aime standing nearly six feet tall, Susan Rancourt and Donna Manson just five feet tall, and the other girls all in between. In Ann Rule’s book, The Stranger Beside Me, she states that all of his victims were abducted in the dark. Janice Ott, Denise Naslund, Lynette Culver, Denise Oliverson, and Kimberly Leach all disappeared during daylight hours.
Finally, I’d like to address the idea that Ted sought out victims who looked like his first girlfriend, Diane Edwards (pictured above), who broke up with Ted in 1968. This breakup caused him much pain which is why many think this event might have fueled his homicidal urges. I would agree with this theory if it weren’t for a few things. First of all, none of his victims really looked that much like Diane even in black and white photos, which I mentioned can cause people to look similar when they are not. Second, Ted himself said that most of his victims were just victims of circumstance and he chose them because he found them physically appealing. I know Ted lied almost constantly but I believe he was telling the truth when he said that. Even the victims that he may have spent more time with prior to abducting them (like Laura Aime) were at first randomly chosen because he found them attractive, not necessarily because they looked like Diane. It would have been pretty hard to go looking for people who looked like her in such large cities like Seattle, Salt Lake, Denver, and the surrounding areas. If he had done that I think his victim count would have been much lower. He was definitely extremely angry and hurt after the breakup, but I believe he would’ve gone on to kill even if he hadn’t known Diane.
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It hurt. That’s all Alice knew as she heard sobbing and begging from Joey’s office. Bendy refused to leave; not even a trip outside the studio could make him leave that office. Not that any of them had actually gone outside, but being in the office had been just… too much. Too many feelings in a short amount of time, it left her… numb? Sammy had used the term ‘dead inside’ a few times, and that seemed to fit quite well.
The next day, after they took their creator’s body away, Henry came to her. “Alice, are you ok?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” she simply said, watching Boris and Bendy seep into a weird inky puppy pile.
“Alice…” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s alright to feel sad, and even angry. Joey was your creator; your father. And he d…” She drew her eyes to his face and frowned, noting the tears gathering in his eyes. “He d-died in f-front of us all, Alice. It’s alright…”
Something in her broke, a wall she hadn’t realized she had put up. Inky tears began to start as well as sniffles, making her form vibrate. “H-H-Hen-ry,” The man drew her into a hug – the ink would stain his sweater, but comforting Alice was worth more than appearance at this point.
Quietness filled the studio, both day and night, for the next few weeks. Some nights, Bendy went from a puddle to his ‘demonic’ form due to nightmares while Boris stuck close to Henry whenever he could. Alice herself spent more time with Susie… when she wasn’t with Sammy, at least. One night, of course, she saw Bendy standing at the Studio’s door, the said object cracked open. Alice stood a few feet away, watching silently as he slipped out, tail flicking behind him.
Putting a piece of wood behind her in the door so they wouldn’t end up locked out, she followed him around the Studio’s edge and to a group of trees creating a small meadow. Upon reaching the meadow, the ink demon went to one of the furthest one, where he pulled out a picture frame and slumped down against the roots. Alice had known Bendy occasionally snuck out, though when Joey started to decline, he had stopped. Moving forward, she sat beside him and felt her own tears spring up as she saw the three of them and Joey, the photo being a few months after all of them were settled into creation.
“It’s not fair,” Bendy finally said, voice cracking. “Why couldn’t he stay with us?”
She frowned before speaking, remembering what Henry had told her. “Humans aren’t like us, Bendy. They’re meant to grow old. To marry, to have kids, to get sick and… and to die. They’re meant to live a life we can’t. And it’s ok to be sad and angry. It’s ok to want him back, and it’s ok to want to…” she trailed off, eyes dropping to her lap. “Everything will be ok Bendy.”
Sometimes Employees were relocated to the park. Sometimes they had to leave for personal reasons. Sometimes it was sickness and sometimes it was Death.
For every death, Alice, Boris and Bendy went to the Meadow and Hallowed Tree, putting a photo of their fallen comrade inside and talked about their favorite memories. Sometimes, instead of talking, they’d be in a group hug that only just got them back into the studio before first shift started. Susie, Sammy and Wally were grieved both in the studio and the Meadow.
Dianne’s death lead to many quiet days in the Studio and Henry moving into Joey’s old office permanently. They couldn’t go the the Meadow as often, with the risk of being caught heightened, but when they could, the guilt always had them creeping in a few hours earlier than when they had been alone. Of course, one day, they had been caught due to Henry having been up working.
He had done exactly what Alice had done with Bendy, following the group to the Hallowed Tree and watching them pull out metal picture frame after picture frame, ending with one of the few family shots they had with them all together. “So this is where you three have been sneaking off too,” Henry’s voice had them shooting up in the air and whirling around, eyes wide and frightened. “Why are you guys making this…?”
“It’s so we don’t forget,” Alice said nervously, hands grasping a familiar hat. They had went out to tell stories of Norman, who had died on that date. “With so many new people in the studio, we want to remember the ones who were there when we were created and… those who couldn’t make it to this point with us.”
Henry said nothing, but they could see it in his eyes; he was proud and cross… but mainly proud.
Two months before The End, all of the frames had been polished, the black and white photos colorized and restored. The night of The End, they had snuck out, and at the very bottom of the pile was a picture that left them all rushing to the Office, where grief met them. Their last original friend and connection to Joey, Henry, had died in his sleep.
Stanley and Stephen were doing a wonderful job running the Studio, but the three original Toons so desperately wished, not for the first time, that they were human.
((But nah though, I’m crying at the end. halp))
((oh man you’re real good at writing fics that make me fucking bawl. how do you do that?? its impressive. this is brilliantly written and the tree is such a wonderful coping mechanism for the trio, this fic might have destroyed me emotionally but damn i love it thank you so much for writing it :o))
if my sister was a dnd character she’d have the highest charisma, like she once convinced her friend in middle school that 1) eggs dont exist, and 2) the world was actually black and white until color photos came around. she was a part of the high school swim team without ever swimming or even getting into the pool. she worked at the farmers market for barely a few months and suddenly she was the manager, and last year she was put in charge a farm for refugees??? how the fuck???
Woman in Red is an Impldoll Lydia in grey. These photographs are not black and white photos, they are color. The doll itself has been crafted to look like a black and white photograph of a blonde woman wearing a red and gold gown. She will be in the silent auction portion of the Art Show. I think she’s one of the neatest dolls I’ve ever made for the show!