top of page

Rocket Lake

  • Dec 12, 2015
  • 1 min read

I sounded my bells as I walked. I felt a massive liberation out here in the middle by myself, some kind of elemental freedom from the urbanised sophisticate.

After an hour or so my head was starting to spin, I knew I needed to get out of the sun quickly. For a brief moment I lost my tracks and it occurred to me how vulnerable I actu-ally was, yet I still felt vividly alive.

 
 
 

Comments

Featured Posts
Check back soon
Once posts are published, you’ll see them here.
Recent Posts
Archive
Search By Tags
Follow Us
  • Facebook Basic Square
  • Twitter Clean
  • Flickr Clean

I acknowledge that I live and work within, and am a temporary custodian of land that belongs to the Wotjobaluk people. I pay respect and homage to Wotjobaluk elders past and present on behalf of all GAIP participants. We also acknowledge and pay our respects to the original inhabitants of the lands we pass through during our performance collaborations and do our utmost to care for these places.

bottom of page