Panic and Picnic in the Pavilion is a short film which documents the activities of seven artists who come together on Halloween night to play, create, and invent new rituals in the suburbs of Edinburgh.
Artist Sara Sinclair and I put out an open invitation for artists to bring a piece of work to the event at Fairemile Avenue, and also to come prepared to make work on the night itself. It was also the first time that most of us had met, and so became a kind of social experiment too. And we got a bit drunk. It was a kind of creative arts party for adults, with alcohol. But not too much alcohol. We worked too. We had just enough to allow our subconscious to arise. And it arose. It trampolined. It painted. And it spoke beautiful words. And inane ramblings. And I had many strange dreams afterwards, about a man with a large, semi erect penis for a nose. The dreams were strangely arousing. They still are, even eight months after the event. Sometimes, I crawl around in the bushes, at Fairemile Avenue, looking for him. I don’t know when this behavior will stop. It is a compulsion. But one which I surrender to absolutely, knowing that I am pure of heart, free from sin, absolved, innocent and beautiful. Lord knows the trouble I’ve seen. YEAH! OH YEAH! Lord knows the trouble I’ve seen. Amen. Nasty feelings I have. Nasty. Nasty. OH YEAH. Innocent like. Bone against bone. Tingame tingame tingame. And then we can grab a flight. To Moscow. The guttering, and the down pipe, started to look a bit like a crucifix. I want to paint you naked. This is art. This is the great beyond. I wonder what made her nun’s headdress fall over her face right after she said those words.
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