Interesting title, but true. The thing is, i often do little pieces of writing alongside my work, but i never show it to anyone. Gillian told me that i should do some writings around Phantasmagoria, and so i came up with a little piece. It is starts with the beginning of a phantasmagoria show and develops onto my work. i want this to be a natural flow from the one to the other. Not knowing where one begins and the other finishes. And as i was saying, I never read these pieces out to people. But i did in a group tutorial with some first years. The interesting thing about this was we were meant to be telling them about our work and where it has come from etc. But the thing is, mine comes from a child's imagination of playing. I dream up these scenes, and i play until i am happy with what i have received. I am not trying to place some massive political message in my work. Not trying to tell you of an unhappy past. I am just making what i find fun, and in order to do this i play. Seeing the world through a child's eyes is something that i want to hold onto for as long as i can! Anyway..here is the piece of writing i read out..and if i was not mistaken, my tutor seemed a little surprised by the fact i had this!
A terrified woman screams out amongst the crowd
Performer or audience?
A terrified woman screams out amongst the crowd
Performer or audience?
The frail dim lights announce the beginning of the show
And set the mood to a spirit led performance
Heartbeats are raised in excitement and fear – this night has been eagerly anticipated
Plumes of smoke drag their way across the stage whereby a woman appears from nowhere
There is no physical form to her body; there are no dimensions to create space
It is the visions and setup of dreams – or nightmares depending where you are coming from within
The ghostly form is the brightest thing in the room and easy to become transfixed upon in wonder and amasement
This intrigue stops the moment all lights and lanterns are shut off
The audience is now drowning in darkness and their imagination
the slightest touch is not just your neighbor, but that demon you were just staring at
Has it come for you because of your desire to watch such an evil performance
And then
All is okay
Performance
This is not real, all that you see is fake
This is why none of it fits
She does not belong on this ground
The saturated colours are too sickly on the eyes
The body is not comfortable where she lays
The clawed toes are not representative of a woman
Your lost thoughts for her, is her lost is space and time
We are living in the fact as she lays prisoner to fiction.
And set the mood to a spirit led performance
Heartbeats are raised in excitement and fear – this night has been eagerly anticipated
Plumes of smoke drag their way across the stage whereby a woman appears from nowhere
There is no physical form to her body; there are no dimensions to create space
It is the visions and setup of dreams – or nightmares depending where you are coming from within
The ghostly form is the brightest thing in the room and easy to become transfixed upon in wonder and amasement
This intrigue stops the moment all lights and lanterns are shut off
The audience is now drowning in darkness and their imagination
the slightest touch is not just your neighbor, but that demon you were just staring at
Has it come for you because of your desire to watch such an evil performance
And then
All is okay
Performance
This is not real, all that you see is fake
This is why none of it fits
She does not belong on this ground
The saturated colours are too sickly on the eyes
The body is not comfortable where she lays
The clawed toes are not representative of a woman
Your lost thoughts for her, is her lost is space and time
We are living in the fact as she lays prisoner to fiction.