First drawers go together.
A NICE PLACE FOR A NAP
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.
KINGOONYA
The morning we took our day trip to Kingoonya we got kicked out of the caravan park 
. We’re still not quite sure why, something to do with us being “filthy pigs” (i.e. leaving our painting out to dry) and one of the girls using the upstairs bathroom. I think it all came down to the caravan park owner being a hard-on. He used to work at the Detention Centre, everyone in the town despised him. Luckily the town seemed to love us and set us up in the school gym for the night.
Kingoonya was amazing 
, we all loved it, the slow ruin of the place. We’re not really sure how those cars ended up on the roof of the sheds. It looked as if there had been a flood that gently floated them up there.