The 7094 Mysteries
Using Unreal Engine, The 7094 Mysteries is a poetic interactive experience exploring my Dad’s dementia and his past life as a political activist. (Miners Strike, Peoples March for Jobs). It asks where he ‘goes’ when he isn’t lucid – what worlds?. Are they utopian or dystopian? Is he still being spied on? Why he collects old phones and what does 7094 mean, written across his house. It will fuse user interactions, poetry, found text, natural film and photography including anthotype printing, animation with plants; analogue photography, my Dads old negatives/stills and digital film.
Jay Farley Biog
Other Considerations
I have recently been developing work that explores neuroqueer practice, looking at how neuroqueer ways of thinking, feeling and behaving are a way of re-wilding and decolonising open to all. How it can break the spell of capitalism and become a path to freedom and our natural state of being.
Visually and aesthetically I want to use poetry, found art, natural processes using anthotypes, plant based prints and films and photography and analogue photography/film, pinhole and digital film and layering and montage and combining them and integrating with unreal engine.
A Cupboard Full of Tomboys – A poem that explores my trans experience but also time/memory shift that could relate/feed into The 7094 Mysteries.
walking >>>
past no mark small time \\ small town shops | past a bookies, a Jarg KFC \\past a closed down half post office\\half pound shop half nail salon. Some [weeds] bloke\\ing through where the <outsourced> Council Parks and Maintenance had missed a patch of pavement with !Monsanto’s Roundup! Then, I [didn’t] go into a bedroom showroom and in there, I opened a [cupboard] It was full of tomboys thousands of them all ladded in | They were all there [two Joan’s/1 armored/ 1Pope’d up/Vesta/Tiny/Scout/Marlene/Jodie /Frida/Mae/ kate>kae> | Someone> had just chucked them in there <<<and some had just walked in of their own accord / It stunk of sweaty socks / and soil / and climbed trees | With shin pads 1 proud bruises /yer dad’s watch/ dungarees / dirty knees / None of them where past 13 years old
Frozen in Time
[ [T o m b o y] T i m e]
little amber inclusions = syruped in Lucozade
I asked them >>> how they got there Some didn’t even know [they] were there …Some had been lost >some had been looking / For the lost . . . Football / I saw myself/ In the cupboard /I pulled out my posture it was on hangers \\that were meat hooks [JJJ] My gender[boy?[enby]] was sewn into the inside of a donkey jacket in case I lost it but the jacket was too small now and the pockets were filled with space lego people\\they spilled out got under my feet so it was too painful to walk like myself\\a missing treasure map marked a mountain to climb\\which had the same contours as my thumbprint\\which had the same pattern as my dna\\ which was missing \\It was written in lemon \\ only to be seen if held to sun \\ but it was dark in the cupboard \\ I tried to find the exact [moment] we got there [In the cupboard] No one could remember we all amnesia’d somnambulant\\ had we been stolen? stashed ? an ambush of hoydens ~ hijacked? or hibernating\\or just liked cupboards\\it\\was\\all\\ blurry
Anyway I left the door open >
Anthotype using spinach of solidarity fist taken from still photograph.
Poetry/music/dance films I directed, co directed and/or shot
Narative and Documentary films I shot.