Readings and interventions by Ann Rapstoff at 'homesick', MODA October 2006 Atructure of the evening, the artist welcomes the audience those who arrive early are invited top sit at the table, they are given tea and cake, the rest of the audience sit around the outside of the guests. At the appropriate moment a teaspoon is hit against china calls the visitors to silence and the readings start......   a knickknack - a curio - an ornament - an heirloom - a collector's piece - bric-a-brac A woman stands on a stool delving into cupboards for the hidden, small and overlooked. She has only begun to clear her mothers house after her death from cancer some two monthes ago. she had been trying to put off the inevitable and now has decided today is the day. Searching into the back of her mothers wardrobe the woman discovers a small porcelain mug engraved with her name - a small bear appears on the other side. The woman is transported back to red formica tables and pebbledash. where were you, what happened at that moment, how old were you, who else was there? (pause)  Leaving home suddenly without a moments notice – no time to pack belongings, not knowing of a return date – a small object wrapped in a tissue - When a place of refuge is removed, the object becomes a form of refuge in itself, its mobility enables it to become adaptable, placed in a bag tucked inside clothing, resting, whilst its carried on a journey. On its arrival in a different time, place and space, its identity may shift, however it remains invested with deeply personal histories.   (pause)    Collecting for the sake of it  A 52-year-old research biologist was referred to a psychiatric department where he was found to be suffering from compulsive collecting behaviour, which had spanned some 23 years of his life. The man collected items that in the main were inexpensive, discarded, lost, stolen or purchased – found in antique shops, on beaches, at boot sales, in rubbish bins, posted through the door… Although he saw the items as of some use, he never used the objects he collected He reported loss of concentration due to worrying about collecting, and anxiety when resisting his desire to collect and hoard. The psychiatrist described the disorder as signified by a "massive and disruptive" need to accumulate useless objects, and a reluctance to get rid of anything. Treatment was initiated with paroxetine at 10 mg daily and increased to 20 mg after 1 month. Four weeks later, the compulsive collecting behaviour had stopped, and after 2 months, the patient had begun to dispose of his collected items. (pause)  embodying a bowl   My edges wrap you engulfing your liquids clinging to my sides my mouth opens to you I drain channel ooze and weep (pause)  Dogville Thoughts I want to talk about the Lars Van Triers film Dogville, not about the narrative, although its well worth talking about; but the construction of the film set.   Dogville is a town in which the main character Grace finds herself. The film set is not unlike a stage or a black box. Lighting is minimal and props almost non existent.   We are like god looking down into this setting from above. There are no walls, no houses, no rooms, no gardens, no plants. All boundaries are laid out in paint or chalk as if looking at an achitects plan for a construction of a town or a monopoly board game. Life goes on behind invisible walls made visible.   The actors mime their interactions with implements and objects and the sounds of imaginary doors open and close as they move around the set Imagine you live in a stage set where there is the possibility of taking constructed environments and placing them in another setting. Imagine cooking in a bedroom, sleeping in a kitchen, entertaining in a bathroom, inviting people in through a door placed in a room upstairs. (pause)  no place like home! Because I have an address Because I have a front door Because I have keys Because I have a shower Because I have a kitchen Because I have a bedroom Because my clothes hang in the wardrobe Because I have a 30ft garden Because I close the door behind you Because I have a wine rack Because there is a bed in my bedroom Because I can invite you when I like Because you might hack into my computer Because I decide not to answer Because I need to decorate Because I don’t know the voice on the answerphone Because I pay council tax Because I don't know who is knocking Because I wonder if I might have been robbed Because I need life insurance Because I insure my contents Because my computer might get a virus Because I don’t know my neighbour Because the children next door make a noise Because you stopped me on the stairs Because you didn’t speak to me Because there is no place like home! (pause) MOVE TO ANOTHER CHAIR    


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