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7 | 8 | 9 | November

2 - 4.30pm | 6 - 8.30pm


What is the missing memory?

Why are we so scared to be seen failing?

Maybe there’s some relief in it.

To be seen, to be transparent.


Failures which are seen can be explored uninhibited. The failure of the habits that are taken as basic functions that build an identity.


I cling to my memories that never fully appear, but bleed through my muscles, making my everyday functions and our faith in them dwindle.


Memories are supposed to show me how to live in the present. But mine tell me not to. What happens when that is missing? How would that shape someone?


PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) is a mental health condition that develops through an individual’s failure to react appropriately to a traumatic event.

Our pre-existing habitual behavior, which is kept for dangerous circumstances fails to react and store the events information in the incorrect part of the cerebral cortex, developing negative associations.


This raised in me a desire, a desire to explore patterns.


PTSD isn’t the all-consuming insanity, a person void of reality, chaotic and energetic responses, as people first assume of ‘mental health sufferers’.


It is the quiet, slow demise of my faith and certainty within my everyday patterns.


I invite you to peer in at my interpretation of a living trauma within the body.

Images from the Performance

All images by Mental Images ©Mental Images 2014



“Itch, scratch,

arms bend back

chest extends

mind pretends

that it can see what the body sees

when its gone from the now

erased somehow

and replaced today with charcoal and clay

dusty and hard dusty and hard

black and scarred

from where other hands have done work

but never finished or returned to wipe it clean

out of sight out of mind unseen

nerves twitch and hands change

spasms run down where the twitch was made

giving life where there wasn’t before

uncontrollable unrecognizable from what he saw

but reacting and acting it out all the same

with an itch at the back that tells him hes to blame

for the movements which he makes

that explode from a place

which he now cannot find disappeared into time

but repeat and repeat and never rest or complete

any scene that if he thinks he could just rethink

that he would emerge and take a place in this world

not his hands or his arms

but his mind body and soul”


Performed, written and devised by Hannah Taylor




Facebook: /hannah.m.taylor.77


21 Clifton Street

Chapel Ash

Wolverhampton WV3 0TZ

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