11/12/2025

I’m leaning in different directions with my project still. I’ve even gone back to the drawing board and reconsidered other ‘re-‘ words I may like to focus on. Truthfully, I’m experiencing a bit of a mental block at this stage with my current project relating to ‘re-remember’.

In the present moment I am largely thinking of ways to create a space that would essentially represent my sense, or view, of the world from particular points in time. In this way I’m thinking about literally guiding the audience for my piece’s vision, and what they are able to physically see, and what is obscured to them. In this way I would be alluding to what I was sheltered from, and exposed to as a child. I wonder what effects this has had, if any, had on me in the longterm.

In 2000, or somewhere there about, when I was five or six, years of age, a family-told story goes that – on a regularly made car journey, I had asked my dad who the man bleeding on the cross outside the church at the end of our road was, and why was he there. My dad – who, as far as I’m aware, keeps no religion – explained to me some of the basic stories relating to Jesus Christ from the Christian faith. As my questions of ‘but why?’ continued, my dad recounted more Christian beliefs about how Christ was able to help and heal so many people; likely referencing some ‘popular miracles’. Eventually satisfied with the amount I had learnt, a thoughtful moment of silence passed before I stated how well “Jesus would do on Casualty” (a BBC TV show we watched every weekend).

It would be interesting and fun to create ways of viewing or obscuring big events or pop-culture references from the time I was growing up. An idea within this is to stage the events leading up to how I personally first learnt of the 07/07/2005 suicide bombings in London. I remember this day very distinctly, and have told, and retold myself and others the events leading to it on many occasions – which I think has reinforced my memories of that day. In all honesty, the day itself felt a little scripted in its dramatic course; being able to understand the severity without knowing all of the facts, combined with being just eleven years old at the time, and physically at school when it happened.

Perhaps a physical depiction of the classroom I can so clearly remember being in for all of that day, as parts of what had happened began to unravel before me would be an interesting consideration of how to create a space in which given information was already censored to be ‘age appropriate’.