Download and print an A3 version of Jthe Transparent exhibition poster (see image above).
Events / Current
Events / Archive
7 | 8 | 9 | November
2 - 4.30pm | 6 - 8.30pm
PERFORMANCES ON THE HOUR
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
arms bend back
that it can see what the body sees
when its gone from the now
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