Discover and be astounded by a multitude of fiber optics as you closely inspect this image of a tied and bound master artist. His assistant’s feet are chained to the cold mud packed ground and those handcuffs cupping her small yet strong wrists do well to keep her dependant.
Well over four thousand thumb-print LED images are all doing their part to hit your cornea, emitting an immeasurable amount of light in order to help you remember your childhood fascination for magic men and card tricks.
Can you imagine, the life of a Fakir? What a life of awe filled with immeasurable aura, of teachings and purpose, of wandering on a mission of ambition! If you lived in the Middle East in 1907, you may have been one of the lucky one’s to have seen Herbert Ponting as he taught on alms and energy, or lived to tell of how he walked barefoot over coals so treacherously hot that the sole’s of his feet no longer hand ridges and lines. Where sitting, or sleeping on a bed of nails was considered a spiritual practice and meditating for hours in the middle of a public square induced peace and discipline. Where has the magic gone?
Take a moment to reacquaint yourself with a world of unexplained phenomenon where physic is tampered with beyond the imagination. Harry Houdini, born in 1874 was a man of Hungarian decent, an American performer, both an escapologist and a magician. Like this picture of three assistants, he worked with collaborators, assisted in projects such as being buried alive, all while attempting to keep his sanity intact during experiments with the Chinese water torture cell. Challenge yourself to think outside of the here and now and you may find yourself pleasantly surprised. [Kristen Delaney]