CASE FILE #5 A COMPILATION OF IPHONE NOTES THROUGHOUT THE PROCESS
A senseless faint pulse and the power he had was taken by a bullet.
The deathly chill as his body was propped up on a table with his feet on two chairs.
Minutes passed which felt like hours as his energy began to burn through.
The rapid trauma in which he went through from the moment the bullet left the chamber and travelled 900 miles per hour into his chest left him the slimmest of chances to survive.
His body started to lose its warmth as he was laid on a sofa before returning to his home for the last time, hours after the initial shooting took place.
“Murder” he uttered.
Five long minutes pass and he is declared dead on the scene.
No attempt to escape from the suspect.
An uprising turned upside down in the instant of a gunshot.
Acted alone
It was a sunny Monday afternoon.
I was prepared to make a point which would get them talking.
I didn’t know who was going to be present today but I knew he was going to be there and that’s all I could’ve asked.
A Sunny Day
Rooms filled with cigar smoke and the smell of brandy fills the air
Laughing and jeering (5)
He greets others as he passes
He sits across the room, warm by the fire place brandy in hand
I’m not a violent man. They think I’m a maniac but this is the only way will hear me.
I blended in by the fireplace. I didn’t know how I’d do it, but I knew this was the finest opportunity I’d been given.
He was a father, a decent man, he didn’t deserve this, but it’s the price I had to pay so they would listen. (5)
They shunter, grunt, shout, speak and voice. They use their voices but they don’t listen.
I’m an idealist, not a murderer.
I returned to the fireplace.
They took me away, they made me pay for what I did.
I will revolt against this weak, half-hearted government which only has their interests at heart and not the people’s. (5)
I’ve already paid for enough.
I am ashamed that the British government didn’t help a fellow hardworking Brit, they had to pay for that.
I will not let my actions result in you carrying on as if nothing has happened, I demand a change.
So, I took the pistol from my overcoat.
I did what had to be done.
And I lost everything.
WE –
Talked about what we want to make, trying to comprehend the incomprehendible
Performed as a bill of Professional northerners (scratch night and performing out of the black box)
Built conceptual frameworks –
Murder of Spencer Percival through images
Starting with the original composition but then having the theatre being the crime
Notepad/pen
Reading glasses
Sandwich bags
String
Chalk
Gloves
Brush
Talcum powder
The here and now and the there and then – Percival death and now – distilling (getting to the image quick rather than being dramatic)
Writing abstractly and naturalistically as well as playing with string as an object
Abstract materiality and failure – impossible to tell the story
Using interrogation as a strategic mean and theatrical tool to bear testimony to this series of this event
Ethics?
Work speaks for itself – what is the work saying?
We don’t think it was ethically wrong or offensive – Theresa May taking the piss that’s why we began to create that world
Characters
Actors
Commentary
Choregraph
What is our process?
Northerners telling a London based story