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The ‘anti-spectacular’ Alternate with Sian Robinson Davies

Two performers talk, speaking alternate words. They use this method to see what happens to meaning when they can only plan one step at a time. Attempting to ‘listen ahead’ to one another, they often find their way to surprising places; places they doubt either one of them would have got to on their own.

Experimentica Festival 15,  Chapter Arts, Cardiff, UK Photo: Warren Orchard  

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As part of the Studio Projects at The Market Gallery Glasgow Solaris Simulacra was created by myself and artist Pauline McCloy.  We wanted to make an installation with live performance based on the 1961 sci-fi novel Solaris by Stanislaw Lem.  We initially attempted a participatory project, asking for people to contribute a year of their life’s history to us, on paper, which we would use to make a film exploring the gaps in memory and how that effects who we think we are.  That didn’t work.  I then wanted to make a very conventional theatrical play, a love story, but we decided against that too.  We then went to The Pound Shop to buy flashing things to play with (and break).  We turned the gallery into the home of the alien intelligence in Solaris - a gelatinous ocean in the novel - in our piece a person who has just left the house.  A presence.  We made a bedsit.  A studio flat.  Home of  “Solaris”, the alien attempting to copy what it sees around it, in a way that makes sense to it.  The installation used video, recorded sound, objects and a live performer.  

Here are the images and sound we played in the gallery as part of the installation:

https://vimeo.com/198521044 

https://vimeo.com/199575952

We rigged lights and put them on timer switches so they would go on and off day and night.

Sometimes I would show up (I was the performer) once with a replica gun (which we had to get police permission to fire) and stand in there.  

In the novel there is a lingering sadness, mystery and no resolution. The intelligence of the ‘alpha intellectual’ physicists in Solaris did nothing for them in the end. They self destructed. This piece is a goodbye, and an empty house. And a trace of a story. Domestic and intergalactic. Ordinary and extraterrestrial. Do they mix? They never seem to.

The novel Solaris could be very funny if it had a heart.  But it doesn’t and it isn’t. (Although there was one unintentionally funny moment when I fired the gun.)

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A Cardboard Church

made out of cardboard, and an old desk I found by the river.

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Sin Eater

I installed a hand operated document shredder and a pile of colourful paper squares in a cafe in Edinburgh for a day, with a set of instructions inviting people to write their sins, worries, fears and regrets on the paper and then shred it.  I set it up and went away.  I came back at the end of the day and it was quite full.  I resisted the temptation to stick the shredded bits back together to see what people had written.

It was cast into the bin and taken away by Edinburgh Council.  You are all free.  

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Mr and Mrs Dempsey (Chris McCann and Rebecca Green) do the dance of destruction and despair in Linda Fratianne a film by Alex Hetherington. Based on The Basically Senseless Describing of Landscapes by Elfrieda Jelinek.  Devised by Alex Hetherington, Rebecca Green, Chris McCann and Pauline McCloy. CCA, Walls of Light 2010. Photography Stephen McGarry and Alex Hetherington.

https://vimeo.com/57466760

https://vimeo.com/57473257

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https://vimeo.com/159094961

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What I love about boxing is I get to batter people What I hate about battering people is I get grassed on What I love about grass is it protects you when you fall over What I hate about falling over is you get hurt What I love about hurt is that you bleed What I hate about bleeding is it hurts What I love about hurt is that at least you can feel the pain and know you are alive

Know You Are Alive

A poem by children on the street in Wester Hailes, Edinburgh. For Street Arts at WHALE Arts Edinburgh.  

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Pubic Hair Scarf and Matching Earmuffs for Cindy (Or Similar Size) Doll

A performance

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Neon Elephant 

I Love My Ferret

Work outdoors on the street in winter by children in Wester Hailes, Edinburgh, during Street Arts for WHALE Arts Edinburgh.

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Skipping around in a circle with a bedpan on one’s head, laa laaing the theme tune to The Archers, whilst wearing an expensive and unsuccessful online clothing order, and waving placards made of photographs that I took of my TV screen whilst a rerun of the 1985 Dennis Taylor versus Steve Davis snooker match was on, where Taylor was getting hammered and then pulled it back in the last few minutes and won.  On the theme of success and failure.  For All In A Fankle at the CCA, Glasgow.  People really dug it.  They clapped as I skipped around.  

At school, when I was 15, we made a time capsule, and the teacher asked us to think of an object we would put in it for future civilisations of humans to discover and consider.  I said “Dennis Taylor’s glasses” and I got told off for being silly.  But it’s not silly.  They are a constant in the face of both success and failure.  As you can see in the photos.  They are constantly ridiculous. Whether he is winning or losing.  I know that feeling.  

https://vimeo.com/153697382

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Woohah

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Babble

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My God, I Am Damned

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Never Forget