Artistic Games

The factory2 collaboration exhibited last month.

Lance took a photo. Ing wrote a poem inspired by the photo. I wrote some music with Ing’s Haiku as my inspiration point and then Bill painted an image from listening to my music. Each artist only saw the work they were directly involved with. I hadn’t seen the photos or the paintings. We did that with 13 images and hung them at Ubu Gallery in Geelong.

Here’s a sneak preview of one of the Haikus and the music I wrote to it:

Hanging her clothes

The Rain

My tears.

The exhibition has finished but you can listen to the music and then buy the album at



Drysdale is a little town just out of Geelong. It’s not far from the coast, near the tip of the Bellarine Penninsula. It’s also one of the last stops on the Mouth to Mountain Walk. The M-M is a biennial arts event and this year I was privileged to be part of it.

Participants walk from the You Yangs mountain to the mouth of the Barwon river. It’s about 80kms, takes two days and along the way are artworks made just for the walk. The idea is to create a modern songline across the Geelong region. Fantastic.

I composed sounds for the Drysdale walking circle. Ingrid Petterson – my excellent artistic collaborator – created the circle using train sleepers, story sticks and driftwood. It looked beautiful. I recorded sounds from the area and interviewed some of the locals. I created four pieces that played concurrently around the circle. This is a fragment from one of the compositions.




I have been working with the fantastically creative (and deeply funny) Kate Hunter. She has been collecting eavesdropped conversations from cafes, parks and waiting rooms and weaving them into a performance. A showing of progress made thus far is happening this Thursday at Theatreworks as part of the FOLA festival. Jem Savage is our all-things-technical/sound guy extraordinaire and he has made some superb soundings to accompany our work.

Kate is also interested in predictive text and its capacity to create moments of hilarity or poetry. There are screens behind us to highlight the difference between what we hear and what we read.

I have loved being part of this development. It has been fun and intriguing. The working environment has been relaxed and calm with – best of all – moments of such extreme stupidity we have been bent double with laughter.

Another Lake

I heard Tim Prebble’s  beautiful recordings of NZ lakes the other day. (I love the clarity and play of all his work. Check out his excellent sound library at hissandaroar). It immediately transported me. That lapping sound of cold, deep water is deeply ingrained in me. And I know I’ve written about lakes before. I love them. Indulge me. And, as always, my tracks are best heard through headphones.