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PROJECT / RESEARCH The starting point was to mobilise language as a form, this was attempted through a series of excises. We began by creating new names for objects, by editing together words. (See example). We then continued to make lists of mobile and immobile words (See example). The next stage was to select a mobile and immobile word from each other’s lists, which provided the starting point for the scripts. The idea to create scripts through placing together of these contrasting words was that the script it’s self would become mobile in a similar approach to how we tried to mobilise words in the first excise. Through a process of writing a number of
scripts we are currently using mobile and immobile words to create cinematic
scripts Idealism and Confusion “Don’t just sit there, say something” Under the fluorescent lights their skin looks less than
perfect. Each of the 4 in the room holds a small Dictaphone, barley visible, barely audible. All that can be heard is the rustling of the magazine page, flipping. He is in his mid forties, wearing a plain red knitted
jumper. It has V –neck, he is balding. He is interested in yachting on
the weekends but finds it hard to find the time. He reaches into his backpack
and pulls out a glasses case, which he opens slowly; he moves his left
arm up and places the thick black-rimmed frames carefully on the bridge
of his nose. He is in his fifties wearing a plain brownish green knitted
jumper. He has a collar emerging from the neckline. He lies back in his
chair with his legs splayed infront of him. Opening them, offering an
opening. His hair is receding but not quite balding. He has barely visible
smile on his face. She is in her mid forties wearing a lemony yellow sweater,
with a monogram of two jumping animals embroidered into the corner. if
you pay close attention you realise they are antelopes. Her nails are
perfectly manicured, she has chosen a colour that appears to be salmon
but on the bottle it said “Mango Whimsy”. She holds her face tightly closed
as she taps her manicured nails on her leg. She is her early twenties wearing a black button up shirt,
you might describe her as pseudo intellectual, although she prefers the
term silently intellectual. She is willful. She attempts to look disinterestred
as she scans the pages of the hi-gloss magazines, as she does she fiddles
with her hair. Out the window the sky is overcast and heavy, the silhouettes of branches brush against the window of the room. The 4 look up in unison and watch the trees moving, they stand and start to mimic them,they slowly dance and sway, tapping a not yet born rhythm. The red knitted jumper stands and moves to the centre
of the room, parallel with the magazine table. He turns his head firstly
toward the others then towards the window, toward the narrowing lilt of
the copse. Thread and Dense The setting is blue with green edging people stand there. There is music and movement and voices. Sometimes the music changes, sometimes the light changes. Objects are past between people, the tone of voices rise as the objects leave one set of hands and turn into another set. Sometimes people move. Voice (prominent over the others) – Sometimes people leave completely. Concrete and Silence Silence 1.I'm working on concrete acts which aren't. There is a huge difference between offering an alternative view and actually attempting to breach it, dissolve it. Dont you think? I wonder if it is possible? Silence 2. Hmmmmmmm.
1. Its concrete. Precision and Quicksand The opening shot is of a lecture theatre, which could be dated towards the end of the 18th century. The smart contained benches that prompt the room are made from a dark wood. Surprisingly the wood portrays no markings left by a wondering biro or compass, instead a recent re-finished leaves layers of gloss varnish. A compliment to this are the sand blasted sandstone walls of the old building, rubbed down to a fresh baby skin. Through the use of the latest interior technologies all past lectures have been erased from the room. The audience are spread evenly across the lecture theatre, many have notes books in front of them opened on new white pages, coats are folded neatly and placed on tightly packed knees and bags sit discreetly beneath legs. These gestures are all in respect of the evening’s speaker. A women scuttles onto the stage carrying a glass bottle of highly expensive mineral water, this she places next to a clean glass. She then leaves to return moment later followed by the evening’s Speaker. Speaker- I have been invited
here today to talk about my new paper; you will be the first to receive
it. Speaker- So let me begin
at the very beginning... Speaker- Yes the beginning, What I have called the … (The speaker looks confused with the silence) Speaker- The… (Pause), The… The words have completed slipped away. The Pens continue to scribble, recording
each uncomfortable cough and hesitation that the Speaker utters.
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