The act of making art in the snow, for a sunloving Australian, is taking some time to get used to. Since I deal so much with sound, the blanketing quality of snow affects my relationship with the acoustical environment significantly. What I have started thinking about are all the sounds that lie dormant under the snow throughout winter. The soundless breath of hibernating mammals, the movement of insects, and I have started creating my own imaginary universe, realised through sandpaper, breath and bowed cymbal.
That is the first 5 days in Banff, Canada.