Ashes in the Night Sky



“Everything we see in the sky belongs to the past.”

-Timothy Ferris[1]

One of the beginnings of this project can be traced to the summer of 1998 when we scattered the ashes of my brother into Lake Champlain, in upstate New York. He had died in 1973 but following his cremation our family was too torn apart to do anything with them. For twenty-five years they sat in a box in my parents’ house.

As they were emptied into the shallow water, I thought the ashes would dissipate and be carried off by waves. Instead they sank. Next morning the lake was calm and a whitish deposit could still be seen resting on the bottom among the rocks. I made a few photographs.

Another beginning took place one morning in 2002 while I was frying pancakes. Some of the pancakes cooked too quickly and, against the deep black of the griddle, they resembled moon-like orbs. I set aside a stack and later brought them to my studio to scan on a flatbed scanner. With a black background and the contrast boosted, the images of flapjacks on the computer screen held a striking similarity to our moon above.

Over the next few years I continued to use the flatbed scanner as a camera. In 2004, after my father died and was cremated, I asked my mother if I could scan some of his ashes. She agreed.

My first attempts were awkward. I was uncomfortable handling my father’s remains, and I had little idea of what to create. While it was exciting to see that the scans of tiny pieces of ash looked remarkably like stars, these early efforts felt trivial given the emotional charge of the materials. I needed more direction and structure to support my visual decisions. I knew little about astronomy and so I went to the library where I collected a stack of books—observing guides, college textbooks, celestial picture books—and brought them home.

Among the books was Alan Sandage and John Bedke’s massive two-volume set, The Carnegie Atlas of Galaxies. Within its pages, photographs of 1168 individual galaxies were presented in a classification system first devised by Edwin Hubble. Here, in addition to photographs of popularly known spiral and whirlpool galaxies, were pictures of grainy, oddly shaped, diaphanous clouds. To me these strange formations looked less galactic and more like the hovering ectoplasms printed in 19th century spirit photographs. I was also struck by another quality of the galaxy photographs, each one beautiful in their quirky otherness: they looked like ashes. Or, rather, my father’s ashes looked like them.

Other photographs of galaxies, nebulae, and star clusters also resonated to me. On the one hand they were simply beautiful documents of astronomical phenomena. But they conjured something else, too. I wanted my photographs to recall both ash and sky, and I began to use these documentary pictures as guides or templates to ground my formalistic choices. I didn’t try to copy the astronomical photographs too faithfully; they served as starting points. I was more interested in the chance-determined relationships that sprang from my inability to precisely control the fall of the ashes, and in the translation from the document to the imagined.

My literature search also led me to the writing of Timothy Ferris. Through him, I came to appreciate the cosmological understanding many astronomers have. What at first might sound like romantic hooey about the interconnectivity of life on Earth and in the Universe is factually grounded in scientific reasoning.

I felt a kinship with the astronomers and began to observe similarities between their work and the work of photographers. We share a recent history of working with optics, we often work in the dark, and we continually make choices about what to include and reject from the fields of vision our optical devices offer. We work with light, and we work with the past. And often now we view our subject indirectly on a computer monitor rather than directly through a lens.

Initially I was driven by the desire to make images in the shadow of my father’s death and to take creative advantage of the emotional jolt his absence caused.
Over time my relationship to the ashes broadened and they triggered thoughts about our collective response to death, as well as my own aging and inevitable demise

Ultimately this work is a reflection on the interconnectivity of life on Earth and in the Universe. I’ve read that on a clear night the unaided eye can see five planets, ten thousand stars in the Milky Way, and the glow of three other galaxies.[2] That over one hundred times more stars fill the sky than sand grains on all the beaches of our world.[3] That the nitrogen atoms we breathe on Earth are identical to the nitrogen atoms on Mars. That the laws of physics really are universal.[4]

Intellectually I know all this and yet in the everyday my world is small and my cosmology is shaky. Usually I’m as oblivious to the brilliance of the night sky as I am to those I love. The phase of the moon, the paths of the stars and planets, they move above me unnoticed. And like those I love, too often I ignore the sun’s warmth and radiance until it has gone, its light faded to darkness.

-Bill McDowell

[1] Timothy Ferris, Seeing in the Dark. New York. Simon & Schuster, 2002, p. 116.
[2] Timothy Ferris, Space Shots. New York, Pantheon Books, 1984, p. 22.
[3] Steve Katona, Worms, Germs and Sperms, Celebrating Our Shared Past and Common Future. Bar Harbor, College of the Atlantic commencement address, 2009, p. 7.
[4] Timothy Ferris, Space Shots. New York, Pantheon Books, 1984, p. 27.

Globular Cluster, 2005
Untitled Galaxy, 2005
Milky Way 3, 2005
Large Magellanic Cloud, 2005
Centaurus A, 2005
Galaxy M33, 2005
Milky Way 2, 2005
Magellanic Cloud 3, 2008
Eagle Nebula, 2008/2009
Planetary Nebula, 2005/2009
Diagonal Disk Galaxy, 2004
Comet, 2008
Gravity 4, 2008
Crab Nebula, 2005
Disk Galaxy, 2005/2008
Spiral Galaxy, 2008/2009
Fornax Dwarf Galaxy (crop 3), 2004/2009
Crab Nebula 2, 2008/2009
Spiral Galaxy 7, 2004/2009
Fornax Dwarf Galaxy (crop 2), 2004/2009