The script: scenes 4-5

Scene 4

P1 starts to be independent from P. Its expressions and intentions starts being contrasting and its movements start having influence on P, rather than being its mirror again.

P2: focus on hands and lower part of the face. Reproduction of typical, unconscious, small actions (es.: routine movements of the fingers, plating with hair or clothes, etc..)

P3: lower part of the body, actions coherent with P2

I got a repulsing anxiety, yet I’m playing the most fervid mind games worthy of an absinthe-addict’s mind. That leads me to plan a possibly definitive break out, to avoid an admission to hospital for post-failure depression. The same, a year ago. ESPECIALLY THE DEPENDENT ONES.

Scene 5

The dichotomy P : ACTION vs. P1 : CONTRASTING ACTION is now clear. P is prevented from moving freely by P1’s intentions. The double that has formerly acted simultaneously does not exist anymore. One overcomes the other.

P2 – P3: those isolated parts of the body are now acting franticly and redundantly. Repetition of the same sequence of actions over again.

I don’t give a fuck about going out, I’d just like to sling myself into bed fucking my brain out with crosswords until falling asleep victim of a self-esteem collapse due to my ignorance

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instead I will go out tonight, Reluctantly. Smoking one hundred cigarettes and hoping to get back home as soon as possible. The same, a year ago.

The last scene is under construction. I know the world is looking forwart to seeing it. Me too. It's gonna come soon, don't worry.

The Script: scenes 1-3

Scene 1

Dark.

Sounds of alarm clocks

P1 on. Awakening of P. The day begins.

Voice over: stream of thoughts.

Scene 2

P1: legs walking forward

P2-P3: legs walking profile

P: sits still

Today, for the first time this year, I walked for about 20 meters wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, as the weather started to be warmer.

P1: sitting, same position as P

P2-P3: sudden stop or changing of direction

The same, a year ago. TIME IS A SINUSOID FORWARD ORIENTED.

Scene 3

P1: focus on the upper part of the body and facial expressions. Lilting a cigarette, reaction to what it is said by the voiceover (thoughts)

P2: focus on the hand movements, the hand which holds the cigarette.

P3: focus on the lower part of the body. Legs plus other arm.

P: the whole body. Its movements will be coherent/contrasting either with P1, P2 or P3

Today, got the book for a kamikaze-exam which I have to take in three days from now and for which I’ll never be prepared. I’m therefore appealing to any saint, angel, idol, soul, word, mother Earth, sister moon, Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu or to any god of the cities that might kick my ass. The same, a year ago. ITS EQUATION IS COMPOSED BY VARIABLES IGNORED BY THE MAJORITY.

Budget for Final Project

Payment of musician for producing and recording an original soundtrack: approx. 50£

Painting for the flats: 15-20£

Possible stage props and building material: approx. 100£

Publicity: approx. 20£

Possible extras: 50-70£

Total: minimum 235£, maximum 260-300£

Ground Plan for Final Project

This is the ground plan for my final project. The space is meant to be built out of flats (black lines) inside the WCA theatre. Thered lines indicates the projected surfaces. The audience will stand in the space inside, together with the performer. The access might be either through the tv studio door or through the main entrance.

PROJECTION 1: in front, mirror of the performer

PROJECTION 2: on the left, focus on the hand movements

PROJECTION 3: on the right, focus on the lower part of the body

The performer movements will be sincronized or in opposition with one or more of the projections at different times.

Final Project: My First Script

This is my script text. I'm gonna dicect it and intgrate with the action. Any suggestion for improvements is welcome.

Today, for the first time this year, I walked for about 20 meters wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, as the weather started to be warmer. The same, a year ago. Time is a sinusoid forward-oriented.

Today, got the book for a kamikaze-exam which I have to take in three days from now and for which I’ll never be prepared. I’m therefore appealing to any saint, angel, idol, soul, word, mother Earth, sister moon, Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu or to any god of the cities that might kick my ass. The same, a year ago. Its equation is composed by variables ignored by the majority.

I got a repulsing anxiety, yet I’m playing the most fervid mind games worthy of an absinthe-addict’s mind. That leads me to plan a possibly definitive break out, to avoid an admission to hospital for post-failure depression. The same, a year ago. Especially the dependent ones.

I don’t give a fuck about going out, I’d just like to sling myself into bed fucking my brain out with crosswords until falling asleep victim of a self-esteem collapse due to my ignorance instead I will go out tonight, reluctantly, smoking one hundred cigarettes and hoping to get back home as soon as possible.  The same, a year ago.

Time is a sinusoid forward-oriented. Its equation is composed by variables ignored by the majority. Especially the dependent ones. For example: why do I find myself at 6 o’clock in the evening peeing in a bar’s loo, when I should be in five other places simultaneously and I haven’t put my foot in any of them instead? I don’t know indeed. Sometimes one fills his own life on purpose and then avoids to do anything in order to escape. I’m at the same point as I were a year ago. Just with more things involved.

The thing is that a year ago I was going out not to waste the last moments with a person I thought I loved shamelessly, who, after having happily cheated on me, would have moved in another continent within two weeks from then. Tonight I’m going out with an irrelevant person instead, and I will have to bear him reporting me on his holiday in another continent.

To be honest, I don’t know what’s the best. But at least before I could satisfy my romantic-hero titanism, couldn’t I?