This deck of cards refers to the events surrounding the
      crash of an American bomber in a Sheffield Park. They are
      also a meditation on the site today and the way in which
      the events of 50 years ago live on in the collective
      memory. I cannot now visit the site and see it as just a
      piece of woodland. The knowledge of what happened there is
      inextricably linked with the way in which I perceive the
      site. The imagery on the cards comes both from history and
      the contemporary, from the crash and the surrounding area.
      Walking through the park today many natural and man-made
      items are found. The aluminium ringpull from drinks cans is
      perhaps the commonest man-made object found and this
      contemporary twisted metal became for me a sort of metaphor
      for the twisted metal which would have been present 50
      years ago. The ringpull is a recurring theme in the cards.
      The Eight of Clubs 


shows examples found in Endcliffe
      Park, while other cards, for example the Eight of Spades
      show a stereotyped version. I speculated that maybe the
      metal from the plane, through various stages of recycling
      had once more come to be among the trees in Endcliffe Wood
      and this notion is referred to on the Jack of Clubs and
      Seven of Spades. 


The idea of transformation and
      metamorphosis also appears in the Ten of Clubs, Seven of
      Hearts, Eight of Hearts and the Jokers.


Whilst metal
      ringpulls are the commonest man-made object in the park,
      leaves are the commonest natural object and feature in
      various forms in a number of the cards. The neighbourhood
      of the crash, then as now, is a residential area. The
      stylised 'safe' suburban house image is a reminder that the
      plane narrowly avoided these houses. The bombed version of
      this archetypal house is a reminder that the actual purpose
      of the bomber was destroy property. In contrast to the
      pictographic representation of the houses, actual
      photographs or parts of photographs feature on the King of
      Diamonds and Queen of Hearts


. Contemporary
      newspaper stories are quoted on the Jack of Diamonds and
      the Jack of Spades


. The pilot was posthumously awarded
      the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Jack of Hearts
      carries an extract from his citation.

The Two of Spades shows the rooftops over
      which the plane flew and the medal that the pilot received
      for avoiding them. The Two of Diamonds and the Two of
      Hearts show maps of the start and finish respectively of
      the crews' last mission. 



On that same day 38 Flying Fortresses
      were lost, this is recorded on the Nine of Diamonds. Each
      plane had a crew of ten, the names of the crew of the Mi
      Amigo are shown on the Ten of Spades, which takes the form
      of a Royal Observer Corp. silhouette chart. The Ten of
      Hearts includes tiny photographs of the ten airmen.
      



Single photos
      of the crew also appear on the Six of Clubs, Four of Clubs,
      Three of Clubs, Six of Spades, Four of Spades and Six of
      Diamonds. 







Maps play a vital role in any journey but in
      a bombing campaign can also take on the function of death
      warrant to those on the ground in the target area. I also
      find maps interesting for their aesthetic appeal. The Queen
      of Spades and the Queen of Diamonds include maps of
      Sheffield and Germany respectively. The map reference for
      the crash site, SK329858 was the title of a body of work
      shown at the Mappin Art Gallery, Sheffield at the time of
      the 50th anniversary. This map reference appears on the Ten
      of Diamonds and the Ace of Spades. Aerial photography was
      an important part of a bombing campaign. Automatic cameras
      were mounted on the aeroplanes in order to record the
      results of the bombardment. The images on the Ace of Clubs
      and the Queen of Spades could be such photographs.
      





Unlike a
      conventional pack of cards in which the backs are all
      identical, this pack can be arranged into six groups of
      nine cards which each form a simple jigsaw pattern
      recalling the overall theme of the pack. The list of names
      is based on the real names of the crew but becomes
      increasingly distorted, an echo of the way in which
      memories may become distorted with time. Finally the peanut
      on the Nine of Hearts refers to the crews' mascot, a small
      dog of that name. 





 
     
      The cards come in a box with an introductory booklet, which
      includes the text above, and an introduction 'Les jeux
      sont fetes' by Sharon Kivland.
      
      LES JEUX SONT FAITS
      I feel as though I should lay my cards on the table. In so
      declaring, I want you to know this is not just a rather
      obvious pun, reflecting precisely what you may have already
      done, or intend to do, or be in the course of doing. It is
      true though that there is something about this work that
      provokes word play, bad jokes, witticisms and other
      mannered slips of the tongue. But it is more than merely
      playful; subsequently after snickering or groaning (the way
      one so often responds to puns), something is brought into
      play that perturbs, disturbs, and something else is lost. A
      memory trace lingers, troubles on the edge of consciousness
      without ever quite coming into view.
      If I were indeed to do as I declare, if I were to lay out
      all these cards, those which you may have shuffled and
      dealt, if I was to examine them as closely as the writing
      of an introduction demands, perhaps this thing or other
      that persists in eluding, or more deliberately, evading me
      would reveal itself. This might occur in the same way that
      the past and future show themselves to those initiated in
      the skills of certain kinds of reading in other layouts of
      cards in which I am only partially competent. I am more
      adept in other modes of interpretation (it might be called
      prediction). Before you protest however that this is only a
      game, just one of unserious play, and that to make too much
      of it would spoil the fun, I must protest in my turn -
      after you. Freud's own jokebook, 'Jokes and their Relation
      to the Unconscious' has served as the best illustration
      that his particular achievement was his discovery that the
      unconscious is structured like a language.
      In laying out my cards (I'm dealer here), I have
      nonetheless lost the rules of the game, and it is quickly
      apparent that a problem of translation might arise without
      them. The carefully coded images of each card, sign system
      of interpretation, do not appear to have a key, or at least
      not a key that will allow dual entry. An abstract system of
      rules is encoded, in which one's mastery of meaning may be
      explained, as much as the more easily recognisable account
      of the facts of play, those recommendations for use which
      are, in fact, the rules (and anything dealt outside of
      these would, of course, be cheating).
      The history that is the ostensible reason for this deck of
      cards is accountable, and there is no metaphorical
      intention. It is true (the documentation supports this)
      that on 22nd February 1944 an American B17 Flying Fortress
      Bomber crash landed in Endcliffe Park in Sheffield (a
      memorial plaque attests to this) and that all crew members
      were killed. Neither this pack of cards nor I, set up a
      possibility that a lost presence will, can be retrieved. To
      a certain extent, these cards may equally perform the role
      of memorial, but this is not their sole intention, and
      fiction has intervened in defiance of convention. As you
      play the game, following your own rules in the absence of
      other adequate provision, you may follow, for example the
      transformations of planes into the ringpulls of cans, of
      leaves into hearts, of cities into devastated ruins
      ('Leipzig does not exist'). Images will always turn into
      other images, just as words will turn into other words,
      resistant, finally to rules.
      Sharon Kivland 1994