It is a sunny and warm day. I drive out to Welshpool to collect an artwork I did about a gorge in Karijini National Park. It is called Soft Country and as I load it into the car I think about the contrast between the wheat belt and the Pilbara. I decide that this area of the wheat belt I have been working in is not soft country but then I struggle to give it an epithet – is it sleeping country, hard country or maybe even night country?
I take the small Korean car to the car wash and wash out the last traces of this unnamed country from its body. The high-pressure hose flushes out a yellow-red torrent of sediment from behind the hubcaps, but I know that it can’t remove it all and that these grains of colour will continue to travel around the city as passengers.
I go and buy the editing software I need to use for the video and am overwhelmed when I get the package home and open it, as there are eight substantial volumes of manuals to read! I rue the fact that I am an artist that likes to work on their own material and learn new skills instead of outsourcing this work. I need to know how something is made as well as why it is made.