Vespertine wandering out with my recorder in a nearby park, autumn turning to winter people riding bicycles playing basketball and tennis jogging walking dogs walking home going out…

in with my recorder and contact mics the apartment studio capturing sounds dropping fragments of cutup aluminium cans tapping shards of a favourite big red ceramic bowl, accidentally smashed activating spring-steel street-sweeper bristles found lying on the street building ad-hoc sound machines with a turntable, post-consumer containers, balls and objects teasing electronic sounds from handheld bastl kastle, pocket operator and artiphon synthesisers

outside little corella parrots calling bells ringing at a nearby greek orthodox church

all immaterial materials gathered to digitally build a new sonic experience

not music, not documentary, not film score a kind of poetry, drawings with sound and time, evocations

this artists everyday work