space (is like a fruitcake)
I’ve no memory of how I got here. Time and reality don’t seem to matter as I drift through the darkness of space. I recall an incident, a failure, a malfunction. Everything was lost and contact comes but mainly goes. The only constant is the dying cries of the machinery as it battles to fulfil its purpose. Others will follow and surely find their way home; their exploration will not be denied. But for everyone who looks up to space in the nights to come and finds the glittering brightness of a billion stars, will know there is a corner of another world that is forever mankind.
Space -The sufficient freedom from external pressure to develop or explore one’s needs, interests, and individuality. A period or interval of time. A blank or empty area. The expanse in which the solar system stars, and galaxies exist; the universe.
Fruitcake – A rich cake containing dried or candied fruit, nuts, etc. A crazy or eccentric person; nut.
Space (is like a fruitcake) was made and performed at Michael Meyhew’s studio ART in April 2008.
Written and performed by Stephanie Ridings
Production Managed by Thomas Langford
Photography and Video Roshina Rubin-Meyhew