Boys Dying Slowly

Some more sketches from the extraordinary performance, “Now The Hero / Nawr Yr Arwr” at Swansea’s Brangwyn Hall last weekend. A new requiem was commissioned by auteur Marc Rees, performed by the choir Polyphony, and in the red gloom of the hall, a group of young men, boys, the age of so many of those who lost their lives in World War 1, slowly, very slowly, died.

I didn’t realise what was happening at first as the lads strolled into the centre of the hall and stood around as young lads do, hands in pockets, then slowly they raised their hands and moved imperceptibly backwards and then I realised they were falling as if shot. But in painfully slow motion. I cried.