I was at the rear of the procession and behind a cannon and a massive air of cymbals operated by blue-coated Lilliputians jumping down and pulling on a rope. Masses of postcards were fired into the air. I was able to pick up those that fell on the road and hand them into the crowd. On one side was a picture of Lord Kitchener’s pointing finger with the slogan “Your country needs YOU”, whilst on the other was an extract from the speech he gave in Liverpool, which inspired local men to join the Liverpool Pals. Once again, another aspect of the creative arts was brought into the mix.
At the far entrance to the Albert Dock the Giants were taken out of their walking frames and put into giant beds ready to be put on a ship for their voyage out of Liverpool. I reflected on the idea that there is something special that relates to the human psyche when confronted with human images of a colossal size. These images are scattered throughout history and the world: the huge heads on Easter Island; the presidential heads at Mount Rushmore and giant Buddhas in Asia. Certainly the crowd emotionally responded to them as though they were living beings. People patted the dog, waved to the Grandma and cried as the Little Girl Giant and Grandma embraced on Saturday evening in Clarence Dock.
This was a thrilling experience for me which took me into the heart of a creative experience that brought residents and tourists together as a single emotive body. Will the Giants come back to the city for a third time to tell another story? We will have to wait and see.
*There were additional events happening on the two days leading up to the Giants starting their journey around the city.
Originally published on Art in Liverpool.