Bridge#4_FairyTale_Final

PERFORMANCE

The small scaled house without a bottom, letting a person to be able to squeeze into would make the audience feel like it’s like a giant squeezed in a normal building. I showed the house without a window or door when I was reading out the giant’s diary about how he does not to communicate. Then there is the accidence of breaking a hole, and the conversation start. When the conversation continue, another larger hole appears to represent the “light shining in” and another world is shown to the giant. Then when the giant is ready to embrace the world, the house breaks apart. Also the mind is set free.

Looking at these photos and video clips really gives me a different feeling of how it appears to the audience. Because it felt completely different for me the performer. When I was in there, it was really a different experience of the darkness and the echo of my own voice. I didn’t even know noah came close to shoot until just now. And I was really feeling lighter minded and less nervous when I was slowly cutting the front window and the light came in. And at the end, standing up from squad also make me feel so light, and there was actual dazzling in my eyes, and even the artificial light felt lovely.

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THE COMPLETE REWRITTEN STORY

Selfish Giant

The Garden

“Now the reading room is mine, my own.” In his diary, he wrote, “Inheriting this house where I grew up, I still couldn’t stop thinking about mom’s word that ‘this boy has always been a boy’. I am 30, and I know she didn’t only referred to my height. But now, I don’t need to know what she meant any more. The room is mine.”

The Wall

“Relationship between people through communication weakens them,” he wrote once, “Knowledges are the best things that is forever yours. However safe they are in my brain, I am unwilling to share them. Words only comes out with the filthy air human breathes out, they can only hurt more. Therefore, each individual should be isolated and only connects when it is perilly necessary. Lately I have been locking myself in this sacred room and nobody visited during the leave. It has been over too comfortable, I feel like I don’t want to go back to work anymore.”

The Winter

“Yesterday I took a day off. I looked at the calendar in the morning for some reason I don’t know, and found it useless. I haven’t been looking at it for so long I remember snow has been landed on my window ledge for several times, but it might also have been just once. I sat there till sunset until I realized that I could check my phone which I found in a drawer, dead… It has been 5 years since the break started. Somehow I feel like I can see the further views better but when I look at the stuffs in the room, they all seems to be tiny. I guess with all these knowledges, the volume of my soul grows far larger than this room.” He has never realized how his actual size has also grown too large for him to move outside this room. “… This morning I couldn’t get up from the cuddling position I slept last night. What happened to me cannot be explained with biology, I tested my genes, but there is no sign of mutation. This might be a great discovery, but I’m still going to keep this to myself.”

The Hole

He, in the uncomfortable position, was stuck, though his mind was running across the earth, all the way to the deep universe. He shouldn’t have, but tried to move his arms on this special morning. When his elbow hitted the windows, it broke. But even before the panic came, voices of immature tone flashed in his years. “No no no, gold is from underground, from the lava, not from recycled books” “It is! It’s said to be right in it somewhere so you need to burn them or melt them or… ” “But isn’t gold from the sun?” “What does sun has to do with gold? It’s from water, like you can find those if you spend time filtering water…” Hearing these, he, now can be called a giant, couldn’t help but responded: “What? Gold is from the space…” But hearing the giant’s voice like a church bell, the children were frightened. They ran away screaming “monster”.

“I was even surprised about my voice myself, dry like drought and loud as bell. Why did I said that at all? While I thought I would see my empty withered lawn outside the window hole, there he stood, the boy, so tiny that I almost ignored him. But he said then ‘Gold is from the sun, right?’” He hesitated and answered,

“Not the sun. But in a sense, yes, from the same direction. Gold is too heavy to be an earth thing.”

“What? Gold is not heavy. If it’s heavy it can’t make it from the sun to here.”

“It’s the composed during the explosion of two neutron stars merge together, and when the neutrons collide to a nucleus, some has the possibility of becoming proton. When a specific speed and temperature is… ”

“It’s not that complicated. Gold is just simply light. Look there in the light, can you see those little particles? That’s gold dust. The sunlight reaches our air and become gold. It can’t be heavy. If it’s heavy, why is it not use for cranes?”

“That’s … That … ”

“If it’s heavy, why would people say our age is golden? Why do people want to carry these heavy things around?”

“…”

“But you are so big, even if it’s heavy it wouldn’t feel anything to you?”

“To me it’s just a metal that is made precious.”

“Can I still come tomorrow?”

“…”

“I see that as a ‘yes’. Then see you tomorrow.”

The Spring

“The boy came again the day before yesterday, and so was yesterday, and so was today. It’s like I can’t control the words running out of my mouth. At first, I was regretting all the time for speaking. I felt guilty for making the boy think that he has a friend who is a giant and couldn’t even move out of the prison he built for himself. But now, everyday, I found myself looking forward for his visit more and more. What’s more terrifying is that I do not feel there’s anything unnatural taking this pleasure of communication. I seems to be able to view the world in a different way now, and he seems not affected by my language.” Light shone in through the hole on the wall.

“Your voice is so much lower than I first met you, what’s wrong?”

“There’s nothing wrong. I’m recovering from a disease and it is your credit.”

“Are you sick? Can I see you? Why don’t you come out of the house or can I go inside?”

“No, my boy, not yet.”

“But when can I see you?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see.”

He was shrinking down in an insane speed. One day he was about the twice height of the ceiling, the next day he could walk around with his head down. Then one day, he was finally his size 5 years ago, he waited so anxiously by the window, stumping, humming lightly, and jumping up sometimes.

But the boy did not com.

Not when the sun set. Not when the star rises. Not when the sun rises again.

In the afternoon of the second day, the boy finally reappeared, he rushed into the yard with a piece of paper, crying “I finished all my exams, come on let’s have fun. I’ll spend the entire summer with you!” The boy laughed and danced and then stopped, “Are you still there? Can I see you now?”

“Yes. Please go away from window.” A whisper answered.

As the boy went outside, a cracking sound is heard, the house is destroyed, and a giant was standing up slowly. “My mind is growing larger and larger, over the roof, over the clouds, in wish to see you, while my body was still shrinking with inertia. I guess it couldn’t contain my mind for long.” The giant raised his arms to embrace the sky, “you showed me through the hole the world that I have never seen and never known. I’m going to see it myself now.”

The giant looked down at the boy with a smile on his pale face. Then in the blink of an eye, he turned into dust in the air, reflecting like gold in the light of sun. At the same moment, all the books in the ruins where the his house used to be turned into dust, too. All of a sudden, the air was filled with golden particles flashing and disappearing.

All the adults who witnessed this thought it was their illusion.