Bird Lab begins

Well here i am in Harlosa Sweden….. Today was spent on a bike riding from  bird sanctuary to bird sanctuary via the military training base that acts as a reserve when there isn’t target practice happening…. (Ate breakfast yesterday to the gentle sound of guns firing!!) Apparently the tanks have played an important environmental task…digging up the earth which brings the insects and flowers to the surface…. so now that they don’t use tanks the military go in with tractors to purposely dig up the land….. I have become very interested in the sounds that surround me… and have been…

time to reflect

It’s ‘Community Arts Day’ and I’m sitting in my studio reflecting on the last 3 months, As I dither about, flicking through other web sites I find that on this day Neil Cameron has published a book “The Cultural Development Handbook. An A to Z guide to designing successful arts events in the community “ Neil was the man who introduced me to the world of fire, lanterns and large outdoor community events. I worked with him for 7 years at the Woodford Folk Festival and in a few other places. That time was wild, adventurous massive, exhausting, exhilarating  and…

a new home

last Thursday tsunami 2 was presented to the new principal of the school in Minami Sanruki that i visited 2 years ago. This school no longer has a school. The buildings have gone… although the GPS in the hire car says it is still there as it does with many locations ghosts hovering in a virtual landscape Instead this school shares the buildings with another school. next year the school itself will be merged with other schools. What makes a school? Its buildings or its teachers and students? anyway…. i presented tsunami 2 to the new principal… explaining that it…

a gardening day

yesterday I pulled up some bricks from the front of the studio i live in to make room for more garden In the process old tree roots were removed, as was the min that had established itself through the small garden that was there already. and then i wove them into this…….. a nest a place where new things are given birth too Weaving the mint was great a minty smell released as i twisted and pulled at the roots adding a freshness and a sensualness to the task then i planted some bulbs into the new garden….. a touch…

Forest……..

Its been a month (or so) since Forest was installed iIn the Little Red Train at Ceres Environment Park….. All in all it was a success. A friend suggested that the measure of success was… did you like it in the space? Yes and Would you do it again… Yes below are a few of my favourite images For more images and comments go to….. FOREST     Standing in the space and just… listening beautiful Stef!                      (Mischa)         A wonderful travelling journey woven and dense with memory…

Forest

is an installation of nests and Textured Paper Drops that i am currently building in the Little Red Train at CERES Environment Part in East Brunswick , Melbourne. This installation has evolved out of 4 years of gentle development that started in the Solo Residency I undertook at Victoria University. I thought it was going to be a dance piece a textural poem that moved through the seasons telling a story of a tree and the bird woman who weaves nests….. but it seems it is an installation. the tree is woven through the space and will be echoed in…

the meditation of doing

Today my head is full of how to why to what to who to do it with why how what why and this continues as the energy waxes and wanes and confidence grows and dissipates with every success and failure and i finally sit pick up the needle and rope and start sewing tight stitches tighter than usual neat precise stitches that turn a rope found into a nest bound and to each stitch is attached  one of these thoughts and questions and i find some of the whys disappear as i remember why and some of the hows get…

i stood in the studio

for the first time in a long time I stopped and stood in the studio instead of passing through on my way from brushing teeth to sleep I stood thinking i was only going to stand and feel the breath  of the space upon my skin and to think about maybe one day soon But the breath turned to a breeze and before i knew a night dance had begun moving me through space folding, falling, expanding, contracting a hidden story emerging from muscles and bone relief flooded me like when on old friend you thought you would never see…