WHEN: Friday, 28 January, 1981 WHERE: Kiddie party; The Copse, London WHO: Holliday Taylor + Doc Dearborn ( @dickdowndearborn )
“How old were those pickles?” Holliday groaned in agony.

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WHEN: Friday, 28 January, 1981 WHERE: Kiddie party; The Copse, London WHO: Holliday Taylor + Doc Dearborn ( @dickdowndearborn )
“How old were those pickles?” Holliday groaned in agony.
When: 16 March 1980 Where: WixBurger Who: Amos + @dickdowndearborn
“‘M next in queue,” Amos spoke without looking up from his wallet, counting out exact change.
Camino a mi casa estuve imaginandome vestida de empresario, de presidente, hasta de religioso quien grita en pleno paseo humada. Mi culo redondo escondido bajo un pantalón holgado y mis pechos libres dentro de la camisa abotonada hasta el cuello, claramente me dan un look más deseable para la lesbian femme contemporánea. En el reflejo de las ventanas veo a una mujercita extraña, rara, con un vestidito azul marino, una chaqueta militar, un collar barato muy gastado y una melena rubia más bien alborotada. En su mano derecha cuelga una flor. Llora. Miro de frente, atrás y a los lados. Siento vergüenza y lástima de observarla y haber creído que se veía excesivamente bonita.
Un hombre gordo, sudoroso y sucio va vestido de traje y corbata roja a unos centimetros detras mío, me observa de arriba abajo, -quizás me mira el culo y lo quiere tocar- me sonríe grotescamente y automáticamente siento náuseas y ganas de romperle la cara. Me imagino dentro de su cuerpo, con su ropa y seguridad.
La flor fue lo más importante.
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"Prone to NightMares" #1
I walked into school , she was surrounded by her friends . She told me she had to talk to me so she pulled me aside . Not far from her friends, just enough for them to listen . She told me , " I'm breaking up with you" . My face in shock . I walked away, deep in shock & depression instantly filled my soul . I didn't care about life anymore , I walked out of the school building even though 1st period had just started . My first instinct was to run . I ran until I couldn't run anymore . I ended up in an unknown place on a railroad .. All of a sudden I hear horn & see lights approach my side , faster & faster ... Until 💢. Blank . The song on repeat in my head : Spooky Black "Without You" .
Documentation One - What's my Plan?
Following on from Task One, I want to continue to explore synaesthesia - a rare condition, which can see various senses mapped onto others. For example, a synaesthetic may see certain letters as different colours, while another may hear a certain noise when they see a certain colour, and this is just a glimpse into this strange and interesting condition.
This carries on from my Task 1 Map, where I looked at the ability of synaesthesia to map colour to letters. However, now I want to take a more broad and deep look into synaesthesia, and its various repercussions in art, music and everyday life.
Here’s my definition of synaesthesia from Task 1;
"synaesthesia – a condition, which causes a person to experience one of their senses when another is stimulated. For example, months may each have different colours to a person with synaesthesia, or touching something hot may cause a sweet taste."
I'm also interested in exploring the use of rotoscoping in my final piece - as it will allow me to easily get across certain emotions or attitudes in an unusual and visually interesting method.
My Task 1 Map of the Synaesthetic Alphabet
Documentation One - What's my focus?
Following on from task One, I want to continue to explore synaesthesia - a rare condition, which will see various senses mapped onto others. For example, a synaesthetic may see certain letters as different colours, while another may hear a certain noise when they see a certain colour, and this is just a glimpse into this strange and interesting condition.
This carries on from my Task 1, where I looked at the ability of synaesthesia to map colour to letters. However, now I want to take a more broad and deep look into synaesthesia, and its various repercussions in art, music and everyday life.
Here's my definition of synaesthesia from Task 1;
"synaesthesia – a condition, which causes a person to experience one of their senses when another is stimulated. For example, months may each have different colours to a person with synaesthesia, or touching something hot may cause a sweet taste."
I'm also interested in also exploring the use of rotoscoping to explore this idea - as it will easily allow me to get across certain emotions or attitudes in an unusual and visually interesting method.
My Task 1 Map of the Synaesthetic Alphabet