May 6, 2018
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#foreignbodies #19x24 #contemporaryart #women #fracturedreality #onpaper #worlwide #sodomino
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Foreign Bodies - Project Index
Foreign Bodies is a historical fiction project set in Whitechapel, London, in 1890-91.
I'm currently exploring the characters and their relationships through short scenes, dialogues, and character studies. Themes include care, belonging, class, institutional violence, and the quiet ways people show up for one another.
LIST OF SCENES
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Summer 1890
Sir Emmett
Autumn 1890
Rain
Ships
Elsewhere
Winter 1890-91
Snow
Posture (From Ellen's Journal)
Light
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Offcuts
Sheets
Ships
Autumn 1890.
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EXT. LONDON DOCKS - QUAY - LATE AFTERNOON
Thomas stands, eating a meat pie bought from a street vendor. He watches a group of sailors working aboard a three-masted ship. Ellen notices him as she passes.
ELLEN: Sergeant Rowe?
He turns, mouth full. He greets her with a nod before finishing his bite. He lifts the pie slightly.
THOMAS: Lunch break.
ELLEN: Bon appétit.
THOMAS: You're done for the day?
She nods.
ELLEN: I needed to clear my head before heading home.
Thomas and Ellen stand side by side, looking at the Thames. She follows his gaze to the three-masted ship.
ELLEN: What are they doing?
THOMAS: The rigging. Replacing a worn halyard. They're almost done.
ELLEN: You talk like one of them.
THOMAS: I was one of them.
Posture
From Ellen's Journal
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I've noticed that when I sit down, I no longer shift or straighten myself. I stay just as I’ve settled. My body no longer protests even the smallest discomforts. It simply accepts everything.
Light
Winter 1891.
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EXT. DISPENSARY - SERVICE DOOR - LATE AFTERNOON
Thomas steps outside. His hat and tie are gone. His jacket hangs open, and a fine layer of dust covers him from head to toe. Brownish stains mark his hands and wrists.
Nearby, a stretcher bearer crushes out his cigarette and heads back inside.
A little farther down, Ellen sits on a low stone wall, smoking. Her apron is stained. Her sleeves are rolled to the elbows. Her hands are red and raw from disinfectants. He drops down beside her.
THOMAS: Got one for me?
She hands him her cigarette case. He takes one, lights it, and draws on it. He starts coughing.
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Rain
Autumn 1890.
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EXT. DISPENSARY - FRONT DOOR - DAY
Thomas steps out. Ellen stands beside the door, smoking. The rain is beginning to pick up. He lingers on the porch.
ELLEN: The rain isn't going to stop.
He looks at her.
THOMAS: How do you know?
ELLEN: Everyone's already taking shelter.
THOMAS: You have a keen eye.
ELLEN: Do you think I have a future in the police force?
THOMAS: I'll recommend your application, Miss Egan.
ELLEN: You're very kind, Sergeant.
THOMAS: At your service.
He turns up the collar of his coat. He touches the brim of his hat and steps out into the rain.
Sir Emmett
Summer 1890.
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INT. THOMAS' HOUSE - KITCHEN - EVENING
Mrs Doyle finishes tidying up the kitchen. Thomas enters, coming from Rosie's room.
MRS DOYLE: She'd almost given up waiting for you.
THOMAS: So had I.
He sits at the table. A toy cat lies crooked in front of him.
THOMAS: I haven't seen this one in a long time.
MRS DOYLE: Sir Emmett.
THOMAS: Sir Emmett.
He looks at it.
THOMAS: I can't even remember why she named him that.
Elsewhere
Autumn 1890.
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INT. DISPENSARY - HALLWAY - DAY
Thomas is sitting on a bench. Ellen walks by him. She seems tired. He stands, hat in hand.
THOMAS: Miss Egan.
ELLEN: Sergeant Rowe.
THOMAS: I'm waiting for Mr Ashworth.
He gestures to the empty space on the bench. She looks around her. They sit, staying silent for a moment.
THOMAS: They cut down the old elm in front of St Mary's.
ELLEN: I saw. The church looks smaller now.
A pause.
THOMAS: Why did you come to work here?
She doesn’t answer.