1. How I collected the memory donations (examples of donation forms, imagery of hands carrying out donations, my dialogue will collaborators) 2. Where I collected the donations (the rooms/buildings/settings of the sessions, the people involved) 3. What results I received? - the relation to scientific context (scans of the filled in donation [...]
Some of the donations and images may become a framed artwork. The link between the reaction and the donation will become stronger and the tenuous link btween both will be made more evident and challenging to the audience.
Through experimentation I have realised that the written element of my reaction to the donations does not enhance the visual output. The donations are of an asthetic and written beauty that does not require such a prescribed and obvious expression from myself. The visual stimulus and creations that I have edited and chosen to accompany each donation allow the [...]
The following posts show you the creative process I have been carrying out with the 'memory donations' that I have recieved from participants. The Donation - triggers the memories in my mind My Memory - the memory that jumps forward in relation to the donation The Reaction - imagery that expresses my reaction to the donation
We paid him a small amount of money and he dived straight in. He was gone for ages in the crashing, white foaming waves. He emerged with a wide smile of triumph, a hand holding his bounty high in the air like a trophy.
I had such good times in this house. Family times, festive times, always fun, never sad or anxious moment. The house was sold and then ripped apart, I will never go back.
We went on holiday with my cousins. All we seemed to do was walk and have picnics. I remember being up a hill in Wales and the mist coming down on us. We didn't reach the top in the end and had to make our way down very quickly.
I was in our garage, sawing a piece of wood for a bird box. I slipped off the wood and sliced into my thumb with 2 strokes of the serrated saw edge. I held it so tight and cried.
They took me out on my own for the day. I sat in the back of their old red car and we sang along to old music on our way to the coast. We had a great time and built a huge sandcastle. As the tide came in we collected stones and stood on the [...]
We got it from a local junk shop and rode it home, taking it in turns. We had great races with it, now it just stands still in the garage.
Family days out were all about the picnic and the games. Grandma always brought cheesy crisps and cucumber sandwiches, Grandpa made sure a very competitive game involving a scooped catcher and ball took place.
I chose to do it because all the clever and sensible people at school chose it. I would pretend that i had attended and actually i would hide in the library until the class was over.
I was asked to join a group of older children in the craft room. We were told that we had been selected and that we would be in an exhibition.
It was the night of the performance and we were wainting in a room backstage. Someone had brought a film along that we started to watch while we waited. It was gruesome and far too graphic, I didn't dare tell anyone what we had watched.
She was so happy to get her new bike. A new horn and a blue plastic basket made it a complete success and the best looking bike in the county.
"Chase the Play not the Pay" 