FalseTitle.
Hello! We are False Title, a group of artists based in Lincoln. We challenge the expected and reveal to re-see. We do not believe in limits, for our work is limitless – re-adapting and responding to new environments away from the traditional theatre venue. We are a collective of three artists, curating our work from its conception to birth as an ensemble. Throughout the making of our work, we occasionally invite other artists and technicians to join us.
When I was very young my parents split and my mom was left to look after me and my younger brother. Through everything she was always there despite going through a number of battles in her own life. She was and still is the strongest person I have ever known.
Memory Age 8.
It was in the early hours of the morning. I woke up to hear banging on the front door. It was relentless. I started to hear shouting. I was scared. I was shaking. I wanted my mom. Moments passed. The banging still ongoing. My mom came into our bedroom crying, blood dripping from her face. It was my moms boyfriend at the front door. This was the first time I saw my mom cry. It was from this moment I vowed to never let anyone hurt her. She was my mom. She was my hero.
Memory Age 13.
It was a normal school day. 3.15 arrived. Mom would usually be in the carpark ready to collect me and my brother but for some reason my grandad was there. Where was she? Whats happened? These were the questions I asked him. He said everything was okay. We pulled up outside my house. There was an ambulance. My mom was being wheeled down the path strapped to a bed. She said she couldn’t feel her legs. Her face was weird, disjointed. I didn’t like it. My grandad put me back in the car. We followed the ambulance to the hospital. It was a stroke. I couldn’t sleep for weeks. My mom, My hero was in hospital and she was weak. I was scared, I couldn’t lose her.
For me my mom was the strongest person I have ever known. She has done her best for me and my brothers. We have had our bad times but we have also had some brilliant moments. No matter how hard times have been she has always been there. I find it hard to believe that men can treat their mothers in a bad way because my mom has made me the man I am today. She has believed in me and I am proud to call that woman my mother.
Sorry about grammar and everything. Sorry that it is brief but yeah haha. She was at the centre of my childhood. She is the strongest person I know.