Telephone, Plant, Guitar
a collection
There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.
My take
A recurring dream - I'm suddenly aware that nothing is, nothing does and nothing was, at least as we perceive it to be. Although there is no sense of tangible space or gravity as such, there are shapes, colours and movement, shifting into patterns neither beautiful or ugly. They just are. What is this? It seems to be something essential like a kind of code but I cannot make out a beginning or an end to the vastness before me.
One Field lives on the land of the Whadjuk people of the Nyoongar Nation, and pays respects to its elders past, present and emerging. We are grateful for your custodianship of the land on which we live and work.