Remnant wrap up: the intro

[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 couldn’t have done this space without all the experience of creating spaces, and working together, that we’ve had before.

It was on the theme of memory, with a title of Remnant.

I think this might have been the most interactively accessible of our installations – partly because of the first space people came to, which was purely finding individual memories to common sensations. And the interactions around the space were gorgeous. The space visibly changed because of each person who came into it – which is ridiculously beautiful.

Our numbers were down on last year [the numbers thing is so very random], but I think this might have been the space people lingered in longest. We had probably half church / friends attenders, and half ‘off the street’ or fringe attenders.

It’s funny now what things we let go as we make the installations. No-one cares about stray boxes in the basement [we used to spend half a day cleaning it up]. We quite like the concrete walls and posts [we used to cover lots of them up with black fabric]. We’re still really pedantic about the space, but we are better at knowing what doesn’t matter.

All of us have got better at drilling holes in plinths. And at being assertive about what ideas matter to us, and what ideas we can let go. It makes for better spaces – but also for a bit of tension at times: put introversion [we are all introverts], together with wildly different ideas, and layer on genuine respect, and it can make for a lot of silence.

Over the next few posts I’ll put up some images and words and stuff. Just for memory’s sake.


Basic physics tells us that electrical currents create a corresponding magnetic field.

And while magnetic fields dissipate over time, they never –
never –
completely disappear.

Since our thoughts are actually the product of tiny electrical currents in the neural pathways in our brain,
every thought through time –

every memory of pleasure and pain,
every fear
every love
every word

ever –

is held in the world, forever,
by an infinitesimally tiny magnetic trace.

The memories that are too hard to hold onto?
the world will hold them for us.

The memories we are so scared of losing?
the world will hold them for us.

The memories that are too raw to give voice to?
the world will hold them for us.

The memories of all life through all of history?
the world still holds them for us.

Today, in this space,
we honour them.