We assembled at Limehouse DLR. The location had been chosen by Kirsty Woods, who was unable to attend, because the area was unknown to her. We took with us a red door, which had been made specifically for this game.
On arrival we immediately found this black red door.
We then drifted through the neighbourhood, stopping at points to look through our red door and describe what we found, thereby transforming the landscape.
Elva Jozef
Through the red door there is a red door, and through the red
door there is a red monster. And she’s clawing her way out of the cement prison
that she’s been locked in for a thousand years. She’s pretty pissed off.
Merl Fluin
It’s a miniature landscape with a strange modernist building
in it beside an extremely tall tree. But the building’s been abandoned, it
looks like it’s the remnants of a lost civilisation, which has demonstrated
that the Bauhaus has destroyed itself, finally, by collapsing into decay. And
it’s surrounded by some kind of strange blue objects that look like they’ve
come from somewhere else, maybe from outer space, perhaps this is a scene
that’s been destroyed by aliens who arrived in large blue plastic spaceships
and destroyed the Bauhaus – as they deserved to be destroyed. This is a very positive
scene I think.
Paul Cowdell
I see an eye. It’s an eye through a cupboard. Behind the
door there’s a cupboard with a wall, behind which is contained some trapped
animal. It’s not like it can actually escape, because it’s trapped – the wall’s
been built right around its entire size. But its hair is beginning to grow
through the wall.
Patrick Hourihan
I’m looking through the red door and I can see what looks
like a type of landscape, a jungle, and it reminds me of the things I grew in a
window box as a child. It’s looking larger than I remember. There’s something
quite sinister about some of the plants. Something hidden.
Paul Day
Modern chainmail rat fetish.
Paul Cowdell
I can see two red claws standing up across a face, reaching
up towards brick eyes.
Elva Jozef
The men who ask too many questions have been beheaded, and
their heads have been hung on question marks along the road as an example to
all.
Merl Fluin
If I look through the keyhole I can see an enormous pagoda
aviary floating on the sea, with a giant heron perched on one edge of it. But the
heron’s ludicrously comically large, disproportionate to everything else in the
picture. It’s just bobbing along there, not moving, not going anywhere, just
waiting for the end of the world, then they’ll unleash whatever their plan is.
