As I sit on the train every morning staring out at the rectilinear view I have been contemplating what it is exactly that I like about mess. I like randomness, the chance encounter, catching a glimpse of some particular combination thrown together in a certain light, with a graffiti scrawl in the corner, that is, [...]

Reviewing my last posts, I realise that guilt features rather heavily. Now I’m not sure whether the fact that I am making work about environmental anxiety means that I have been performatively amplifying these neurotic environmental meditations, or whether I am, in fact, totally neurotic and that doing this project is merely bringing it all [...]

Last night I dreamed that I was making a video work of garbage bin choreography – the big khaki bins that feature in every Australian collection night. Documented here in a compromising position the morning after… These bins were being thrown, lids akimbo, into the air in big slow motion parabolas and it was quite [...]

In transit, was very thirsty. Went to buy a bottle of water, but was arrested by guilt. Couldn’t bring myself to participate in such an excessive and wasteful exercise as drinking bottled water. Still thirsty. What to do? Bought bottled ice tea instead. Was sickly sweet and filled with preservatives – but at least it [...]

Spending time in new places and different cultures always inspires a greater degree of observation and reflection about yourself and the world around you than might normally be the case. Some things are the same – for example, I always seem to end up living in the middle eastern part of town – and others [...]