Meet Sophea, from ‘podes to antipodes. Three continents in less than a year. Shaming our carbon footprints and our inst- & dis-abilities.
Earlier wandering around the Opera. and making a 15-minute piece skyline of Sydney along with some sonic work. that should end up being quite good — catching the ambient reflective sonic environment and the microscopic skyline with the video cam zoom on full. slowly and unstably tracing the man-made and natural intersection. earth and sky (back to the infinite half-spaces) — that is, the tracing of the separation of earth-bound objects and the sky. trouble, what trouble? can you pick out the numerous CCTV’s?
Over to Randwick, do the coast walk to Bronte, recording some lawn bowling, eating fish&chips. Once a decade enough on that score — last time was in London visiting Joanna in 1996. Sitting in the park that adjoins Bronte Beach, twiLight falling, the atmosphere cool, reduced, mellow. Somebody playing Bob Marley on a decent sound system, a rasta picnic at the beach. Hmmm, pretty nice lifestyle.
I am in my mother’s room. It’s I who live there now. I don’t know how I got here. Perhaps in an ambulance, certainly a vehicle of some kind. I was helped. I’d never have got there alone. There’s this man who comes every week. Perhaps I got here thanks to him. He says not. He gives me money and takes away the pages. So many pages, so much money. Yes, I work now, a little like I used to, except that I don’t know how to work any more. That doesn’t matter apparently. What I’d like now is to speak of the things that are left, say my goodbyes, finish dying — Samuel Beckett in Molloy