Jury Of Your Peers

by Bob Orsillo

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Jury Of Your Peers

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Bob Orsillo

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Photograph - Original Fine Art Photography By Bob Orsillo

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Jury Of Your Peers ~ Original fine art surreal courtroom drama photography by Bob Orsillo.
In the heart of the city, where the fog rolls in thicker than a bowl of clam chowder, there stood a courthouse that had seen more drama than a soap opera marathon. Today, it was the scene of a trial so bizarre, it could only be captured in black and white by the surreal genius of Bob Orsillo.

The courtroom was packed, but not with your usual crowd. No, this jury was a motley crew of wooden artist mannequins, each sporting a clown wig and a bright red nose. They sat in the jury box, their wooden faces frozen in expressions of exaggerated seriousness, as if they were the most solemn clowns in the world.

At the front of the room, the defendant, another wooden mannequin, stood with its hands behind its back. It had been accused of a crime so heinous, so unspeakable, that even the mannequins in the audience gasped in silent horror. The charge? Stealing the last paintbrush from the break room.

The prosecutor, a mannequin with a monocle and a top hat, strutted back and forth, waving a tiny wooden finger in the air. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he began, his voice echoing in the silent room, "we are here to bring justice to this most egregious of crimes. The theft of a paintbrush is no laughing matter!"

The defense attorney, a mannequin with a bow tie and a fedora, stood up and adjusted his glasses. "Your Honor," he said, addressing the judge, who was, of course, another mannequin with a powdered wig, "my client is innocent. This is a case of mistaken identity. There are hundreds of mannequins in this city, and any one of them could have taken that paintbrush."

The judge banged his gavel, which made a surprisingly loud noise for a piece of wood. "Order in the court!" he demanded. "We will hear the evidence."

The prosecutor called his first witness, a mannequin with a detective's hat and a magnifying glass. "Detective," he said, "what did you find at the scene of the crime?"

The detective mannequin held up a tiny plastic bag containing a single bristle. "This bristle was found at the scene," he said. "It matches the bristles on the stolen paintbrush."

The jury mannequins leaned forward, their clown wigs bobbing in unison. The tension in the room was palpable.

The defense attorney stood up. "Objection, Your Honor! This bristle could have come from any paintbrush. It proves nothing!"

The judge nodded. "Sustained. The jury will disregard the bristle."

The trial continued, with witness after witness taking the stand. There was the janitor mannequin, who testified that he saw the defendant near the break room. There was the secretary mannequin, who claimed she heard suspicious brushing sounds. And there was the security guard mannequin, who presented grainy black-and-white footage of a wooden figure sneaking into the break room.

Finally, it was time for the closing arguments. The prosecutor stood up, his monocle glinting in the light. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he said, "the evidence is clear. The defendant is guilty. I urge you to convict."

The defense attorney shook his head. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "this trial has been a circus, and not just because of the clown wigs. My client is innocent. I ask you to find him not guilty."

The jury mannequins huddled together, their clown noses touching as they whispered in wooden voices. After what seemed like an eternity, they returned to their seats.

The judge banged his gavel. "Has the jury reached a verdict?"

The foreman mannequin, with a particularly large red nose, stood up. "We have, Your Honor. We find the defendant... guilty."

The courtroom erupted in silent applause. The defendant mannequin sighed in resignation, its wooden shoulders slumping. The prosecutor nodded in satisfaction, while the defense attorney shook his head in disbelief.

As the mannequins filed out of the courtroom, the judge leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his wooden lips. Justice had been served, in the most surreal and humorous way possible. And somewhere, in the shadows, Bob Orsillo captured it all, one black-and-white frame at a time.

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From The Dummy Noir Gallery - Original fine art photography by Bob Orsillo.





With a nod and wink to Bozo :)

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November 27th, 2012

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