Gracie dog decided my timber boards are a nice place to have a nap.
SOUND SCULPTURE
There is something beautiful about old things that have already had a life. Whilst in the desert we visited a junkyard: old engines, signs, springs, but what really caught my eye was the old rocket boxes. Old crates made out of timber boards that still had polystrene inside with the indent of rows of smll rockets still in them. ‘Rockets’ was marked on the outside of each box.
This is what inspired me to make my sound sculpture out of old discarded timber pallets, each board made unique by earth, wind and rain. Within them nestled artefacts and sounds collected along the way. A sensorial journey there and back again.
So I spent two weeks dumpter diving and hard rubbish searching to get my pallets. Pulling them apart as covertly as one can with a crowbar, hammer and saw. I also got some beautiful salvaged door pulls from etsy to complement the ones I found through riffling through my boyfriend’s shed.
JOURNEY HOME
We were sad to bump home. The earth began to change from a rich red to a muddy brown and we drove back into winter. On the way we stopped in Marree where an artist decided on a whim to make a sculpture park out of old junk 
. Then we went throught the Flinder’s Ranges stopping to play amongst some beautiful old gum trees. After a half hour delay where the bus started making alarming broken noises we arrived back at Melbourne Uni and the real world .
ANDAMOOKA
We left Woomera for Andamooka. We went to the cemetery to paint the sunrise over the opal mounds. There were some quirky light hearted memorials, boots, beer bottles and spades. They’re something lovely about that.