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Postcards from Fallow Cross

I was invited by Punchdrunk a theatrical company with an international reputation for transformative and cinematic productions to be their professional Artist in Residence at their previous London home. During the residency, I shot a number of photographs based on a short narrative I wrote whilst there. I then manipulated the photos and turned them into postcards to reveal why all the inhabitants of Fallow Cross, had fled. Below are the postcards I created - with some lines from the story.

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Postcards from Fallow Cross

A correspondence through postcards.

Welcome to Fallow Cross.

Welcome to Fallow Cross.

The Mayor’s home.

The Mayor’s home.

Where we first met.

Where we first met.

Somedays, I’d let her win.

Somedays, I’d let her win.

She gave me her card.

She gave me her card.

“Mine’s a Siren on the Rocks,” she said.

“Mine’s a Siren on the Rocks,” she said.

"Curiosity kills,” he said.

"Curiosity kills,” he said.

Don’t disappear.

Don’t disappear.

Our future’s in the stars.

Our future’s in the stars.

He bought her a dress.

He bought her a dress.

They ran to the Chapel.

They ran to the Chapel.

Reserved the chapel bed.

Reserved the chapel bed.

Don’t wake the birds.

Don’t wake the birds.

No yield.

You must learn to see better.

You must learn to see better.

Postcard no 2: An invitaion to play her game.

Postcard no 2: An invitaion to play her game.

The waiting game.

The waiting game.

Hide and seek.

Learn to see.

Postcard no.3: “Did you find my cat? ”.

Postcard no.3: “Did you find my cat?”.

No, just her cigars.

No, just her cigars.

And her pet.

Her Postcard no. 4: "I collected these Atlantic tears for you”.

Her Postcard no. 4: "I collected these Atlantic tears for you”.

He kept unlocking doors.

He kept unlocking doors.

Doorbell travels.

Doorbell travels.

He found those tears.

He found those tears.

Her song sings, ‘Go East’.

Her song sings, ‘Go East’.

His global darts say, head west

His global darts say, head west

He took his better eyes.

He took his better eyes.

To look for her.

To look for her.

In the hours of darkness.

In the hours of darkness.

Saw empty chairs.

Saw empty chairs.

Through windows…

Through windows…

And night cafes…

And night cafes…

And headed back to where they first met.

And headed back to where they first met.

Revisited the bar.

Revisited the bar.

And turned West.

And turned West.

Through woodsheds.

Through woodsheds.

To the tiniest shed.

To the tiniest shed.

Her Red Door.

Up to where she lived.

Up to where she lived.

Following her scent.

Following her scent.

What he found.

Rows of men’s shoes.

Rows of men’s shoes.

And caged letters.

And caged letters.

In her dead letters office.

In her dead letters office.

Ledgers of haves. And have nots …

Ledgers of haves. And have nots …

His barometer rises.

His barometer rises.

Her radio, swells.

Her radio, swells.

Singing her Siren Song.

Singing her Siren Song.

His Village floods. Bandits sail in.

His Village floods. Bandits sail in.

Setting the harvest alight.

Setting the harvest alight.

To where they first met.

To where they first met.

Beneath the floating bar. His precious letters.

Beneath the floating bar. His precious letters.

Inside their cases..

Inside their cases..

Her Final Postcard: “I have no home”.

Her Final Postcard: “I have no home”.

Their spirits soar and dance in the stars.

Their spirits soar and dance in the stars.

Farewell to Fallow Cross.

Farewell to Fallow Cross.

The Siren and the Mayor.

The Siren and the Mayor.

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Postcards from Fallow Cross: Originally commissioned by Punchdrunk. Copyright Lizzie Oxby.

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