“Rods and lenses we’re using to open dimensional channels between realities. Photos mid process as the light of other days passes through into our own.”

“Beings have started passing through the window as we opened it last evening. Eyes from minds in other dimensions peering back at us through the folds in realities.”

“The beings showed up again this evening, more fully formed. They watched us with a quiet and thoughtful gaze.”

“We set up wall sized photographic paper, cultured in a special nectar that when lensed into, develops the forms of beings passing through our space so that we can see them.”

“We’ve been documenting the the light patterns of the penumbra on instant film as the multiversal realities overlap and open with our own in the studio.”

“We were able to stabilize the window tonight. It coalesced into what appeared to be a sphere, however upon closer investigation it is in fact a three dimensional hole between realities, from which light is pouring in from all sides.”

“The other realties we’re fold into are become clearer and clearer, unknown worlds whose forms we’re only just beginning to comprehend.”

“We’re able to continually stabilize the windows through which the light of other realities flows, like a wind of a summer breeze whirling into the studio. Before long I believe we will be able to step through it out into others…”

“We sent a tethered camera into the window late last night, early this morning. The tunnel space, for lack of a better term, between realities is much longer than is immediately apparent. Dimensions braiding and spiraling around each other. These were the images that were returned.”

“We made our way through. I took my shoes off and stepped onto a grass grown of an entirely separate evolutionary lineage and snapped these three photos before heading back in, just in time for dinner.”

“We moved through the reality window tonight, finding beings in silent ceremony, a ritual that resonated a humming inside our hearts which had been present forever yet somehow left unnoticed until just now. We sang quietly to ourselves as they disappeared into the dusk.”

“After we returned to the studio, ambling backwards though the space between realities, the being who had been haunting our explorations in the studio made itself known again, winding its form though the window.”

“It forced its way though, seemingly unable to physically enter our space. The being looked at us with a compellingly affectionate gaze, ancient ideas oozing up into its voice, and it began to speak.”

“It spoke in a low burbling voice like a rumble that started at its toes and inched it’s way up into its eyes. It spoke of an expanse of realities, folding over each other infinite and alive.”