ESSAY
Eddie Peake: Rehearsal, Reversal and Carnival by Gertrude Gibbons
Framed in a space of making, Eddie Peake’s A Dream of a Real Memory appears a rehearsal awaiting future performance. It seems as something not yet finished, anticipating conclusion, solution or closure; yet here at the Piccadilly Lights it is presented as complete in this suspended way. This sense of suspense perhaps draws upon its manner of presentation across thirty-one nights, which means that each episode, fragment of film, is stopped after two minutes, and interrupted by a full night and day, before the next fragment is played. Such interruptions to this seductive screen generally used for advertisement, feels as might sometimes be felt when, waking during a dream, there is an urge to force oneself back into sleep to finish the dream, either simply to continue it, or to solve it; to return to the place the dream left off, and glide over the disruption caused by waking.
There is a strangeness to the movements of the dancers, highlighted by the hypnotic and inescapable green, that works to alienate as well as seduce. Supposedly, narratives seduce through a promise of future closure, of reaching some kind of ending.[i] Since the strangeness of the movements, however, is created by the episodes running in reverse, its possible future closure is really in the past: the conclusion of the dance is always already done from the instant these screenings began on the first of December. In its inversion, it might suggest that in order to move forward with a work, and bring it into being, it is also necessary to look back. There is an aspect of ritual to this public exposition, a symbolic emphasis given to the digital time at which the episodes play running backwards: at 20:20 each day of the final month of 2020. This ritual feels all the more pertinent with December the month of the winter solstice; the day where the Earth tilts at its furthest from the Sun, and in some traditions represents the moment of the death and rebirth of light. It is a transitory moment of inversion: perhaps the world has turned upside down, back to front, mad. The sudden drop of a smile, laugh abruptly stopped, movement sharply stilled; the unpredictable irregularity of motion here edges on hysteria.