And finally, just as people had added memories to the space, we gave the chance for them to let some go: There’s only one person on record as being able to remember everything. He’s a Russian journalist, known simply as ‘S’, who can remember long lists of unrelated items, and recite them in order, 15…
We’d had a posh lunch during the preparation [first time ever that we’ve had time to really stop for lunch…] and we left the remnants on the table, dusting them for fingerprints. While magnetic fields dissipate over time, they never – never – completely disappear. So every thought ever considered, every moment of pleasure and…
Our memories of the people who make up the story of our life are constructed from fragments of reality and imagination. And those memories become the canvas on which we will create all future memories. In honour of the flawed, broken beliefs we have about ourselves and each other that in turn create our fragmented…
The shape of the space was largely constructed from string. And people could continue the construction with this: For all that’s scientific about memories for all our learning about the brain and its remarkable capacities and flaws this will always be true: no matter how imperfect your memories are: how flawed edited selective and partial…
We took one of the promo images and ran it through a photocopier… then ran the copy through again… and repeated the process about 150 times. The starting image was like this: The final image was like this: Those, and all in between, were laid out on the floor. People could select one to write…
Some things call up memories without any effort at all: the sound of waves on sand the ache of the morning after the night before an image of a plane flying into a building the rank smell of sweat from a fellow tram traveller The response we have when we come in contact with those…
[A description of all the Remnant spaces can be found in these posts: Remnant 1 Remnant 2 Remnant 3 Remnant 4 Remnant 5 Remnant 6 ] Our third Fringe Festival event was held last weekend. It was an adventure, as they always are. I felt like we came of age, in some ways – we…
for the Remand Centre tomorrow: We gather here as people who have faith in a story that stretches far before and beyond us. It’s a story that tells us that what we know of life is only a tiny part of the picture; that here, who we are is still unfinished. It’s a story of…
It’s been so long that I couldn’t remember my password to log in. I’ve said before that one of the realities of my work at the moment is that I mostly can’t blog it. But this bit I can. I’m working in the Remand Centre for the next couple of months, one day a week.…
Ah silence… It’s been lovely spending time with you… The absence of posting has been partly due to a fabulous out-of-range holiday that took me to Cape York, and to a few new elements to my work where I really need to listen, rather than be thinking what to say. Having said that – and…
