I remember getting dragged to a Mind Body Spirit expo once by a friend. It wasn’t at all spiritual, and was really all about making money, and how to extract it form gullible hands. It was all a bit upsetting, but what really pissed me off was a woman who was painting your aura. I didn’t object in theory, but her paintings were so bad, and I assumed that she decided to paint auras because that way she just paint any old garbage and pass it off as sipritual.

I hope in the next life they tear her limb from limb for her art crimes.

Saying that, I would mind doing ghost portraits. Or maybe I already am.

Picture from Once a week, London: Bradbury and Evans, 1860.