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Evidence LockerMultimedia Installation including DVD's edited from Police CCTV footage, Sound piece, novella, website.The following webpage is documentation. At www.evidencelocker.net you can download One Cycle of Memory in the City of L to get daily letters and CCTV video files from Magid's Evidence Locker.In 2004, Jill spent 31 days in Liverpool, during which time she developed a close relationship with Citywatch (Merseyside Police and Liverpool City Council), whose function is citywide video surveillance- the largest system of its kind in England.The videos in her Evidence Locker were staged and edited by the artist and filmed by the police using the public surveillance cameras in the city centre. Wearing a bright red trench coat she would call the police on duty with details of where she was and ask them to film her in particular poses, places or even guide her through the city with her eyes closed, as seen in the video Trust.Unless requested as evidence, CCTV footage obtained from the system is stored for 31 days before being erased. For access to this footage, Magid had to submit 31 Subject Access Request Forms - the legal document necessary to outline to the police details of how and when an 'incident' occurred. Magid chose to complete these forms as though they were letters to a lover, expressing how she was feeling and what she was thinking. These letters form the diary One Cycle of Memory in the City of L- an intimate portrait of the relationship between herself, the police and the city.
Evidence Locker - Prologue (Shoot That Tiger Rec'd Feb 8, 2012Dear Observer,Make me a diary and keep it safe. Take care it is mine.Hold this photograph of my face. Keep all our entries in order.Put the letters in your desk file and the images in your evidence locker.You can edit everyone else out.I will fill in the gaps, the parts of my diary you are missing.Since you can’t follow me inside, I will record the inside for you.I will mark the time carefully so you will never lose me.Don’t worry about finding me. I will help you. I will tell youwhat I was wearing, where I was, the time of day... If there was anythingdistinguishing about my look that day, I will make sure you know.Hold onto my diary for at least seven years.I am enclosing a cheque. Use it for whatever expenses you have.Sincerely,JSM
First letter rec'd by Shoot That Tiger, Feb 8, 2012.Thursday, January 29, 2004Day 1 Dear Observer,I arrived at John Lennon airport at 5:51pm. (6:51pm Amsterdam time), fivehours later than scheduled. Easy Jet.Raj picked me up at the airport. I recognized her before she recognized me.S told me she was Asian, I assumed Chinese, but she is Indian. We got a taxi.They are big here, more like rooms than cars.My bag fit. I had been worried. Raj told me it was the biggest bag she hadever seen. It’s just shaped that way, I said. I was embarrassed at how big thebag was. B told me he was going to shoot me if I did not stop talking aboutthe bag.I was wearing black jeans with gray cuffs, booties, and my blue hooded coat.Underneath- the part you could not see- I wore a long-sleeve t-shirt and acheckered cardigan. Its looks like a cheerleader’s from the 50’s.At 6:40 we drove through the city center onto Rodney Street. I will live at theend, near the Cathedral. I did not see you, but was not looking for you yet.It’s a Georgian style house. I have the room at the top of the stairs. Patrick,the uptight man who lives here with invisible Frans or Hans, said, There isa boy upstairs from me named Tim that, don’t worry, you will never see. I can’tfigure where this room is; there is a skylight outside my door.At 7:25 Raj and I left the house. I was wearing the red coat I told you aboutand a blue vest underneath. We stood on the doorstep, figuring the keys. Ihave key anxiety and can never open foreign doors.We walked up Duke Street to Slater to Bold. I remember Bold Street frombefore. I was tired, I still am tired, and wasn’t concerned with you. This coldis blocking my body, my taste, my vision. I can’t feel what I feel like. Youwould not have known this by watching me. Or hearing me- which you can’tanyway.Raj said I seemed excited. I am excited. I don’t miss anything I have left, notyet. I am scared for tomorrow, but tonight I am content.There were not many people on the streets. I can’t recall anyone in particular.I wasn’t concentrating. I was feeling the air and surprised I was not colder.I went to the supermarket in Central Station and got meatless soup in a can,yogurt, and bread and jam for morning. You would notice if you could seeinside, I buy the same things every time.We went to Tabac on Bold Street and were inside for an hour. She got a beerand I got a brandy. I usually don’t drink brandy. In Amsterdam I get anespresso and cognac or an espresso and grappa. But people in The City of L.like brandy. Raj doesn’t; she is from Birmingham.It feels later than it is. I made my room my own. I hung my clothes on thehangers. I put my underwear in the drawers and my laptop on the desk. I tookthe Jesus off the wall and moved it to the closet. I remember doing that inFrance and then remembered I did not do that, it was my sister who did that.She told me the story when I was younger and I thought it was my story, butit’s hers.There is also another cross on the mantle, next to the vases and matchingcandlesticks, but I like that one. Jesus hangs in a wooden arch; he swings whenyou move him.It’s 11:06. I am not going to go out again. And I am not going to use thephone. I don’t feel like telling anyone I arrived safely. I feel like being in theroom, writing you, and then reading my book. I bought it at the airport, whenmy plane was delayed. It makes me laugh and reminds me of being a kid inAmerica.No Trace access my Evidence Locker · unsubscribe