Urban Ecology wins first prize Art and Wildflower Festival Sculpture walk

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A left lane must turn left road leads to the Ku-rin-gai Wildflower Garden, with most motorists merging back into the fast moving right lanes at the last minute rather than slowing down and following the road to the 123ha park. It is uncuriously peaceful and the distant roar of the traffic fades as you wander further down the tracks. One of the rangers tells me, they were laid by an Aboriginal elder who worked for the council at the time when the park was set up and whose name graces one of the bridges.

The work we made for the festival Urban Ecology is about fostering an awareness and connection with place. It highlights the intersection between man-made reproduction and the natural environment and the importance of engaging with it sustainably. In the gardens here, where natural bushland brushes up against urban life, yet creates an oasis of calm; it asks the viewer to be present and connect with the existing ecologies.
We were privileged not only to be the recipients of the first prize, but also to be able to spend time with some of the devoted park rangers and members of the Australian Plant Society who kindly donated their time and their stories. It has also given me an appreciation of wild flowers that I was unaware of before, noticing and distinguishing them perhaps for the first time. Special thanks to Denis, Jenny, Bob, Judy and Les.

Listening to Sound Exhibition

I recently collaborated with video artist Annika Harrison for specially curated show Looking for Sound as Part of the Hungry for Art festival in Ryde.


It is a binaural piece so make sure you wear your headphones!

Here is a great article Mona Lawani on binaural sound experience for The Verve.

Looking for Sound - Selina & Annika 'Cathedral'
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“Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human. Meander if you want to get to town.”

Michael Ondaatje

This work is about creating an otherworldly, ethereal experience for the viewer, the idea that, while familiar, the space created both sonically and visually is simultaneously dreamlike and hyper-real. The blend of generational voices seeks to give the idea of cyclical time, mimicked in the endless loop of moving through the trees, as well as the impression that the trees themselves are whispering their secrets to those who listen.

Art on the Greenway and LOST

My very talented partner Alex Berini and I were lucky enough to have our work commissioned for Art on the Greenway as part of LOST(Leichhardt Open Studio Trail) this year. Urban Fruit:LOST SOUNDS

Located just off Canal Road the exhibition ran the 14 and 15 March 2015.

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It consists of a temporary sound installation, powered by a solar power system, craeted out of recycled materials. Sounds include recordings of water, frogs and birds sourced from national parks around NSW and snatches of interview material by Prof. Mark Taylor. Original flute composition by our friend and magical musician Ben Hingley.


Profit[or]Loss Radio Remix

This piece is adapted for radio from the audio component of an prior installation Profit [or Loss]. Unlike the installation piece, which was purposely created as a type of endurance listening, this work is holds a loose narrative and is more specifically a sound collage using field recordings from the urban bush and local shopping center in Sydney alongside the vocal iterations. The sound sourced(recognisable to many living here) is from one of the two companies which are systematically homogenizing every Australian city and town and who enjoy the largest duopoly in the world. And no, I will not mention their names. I post this remix in the lead up to Christmas as a comment on where free market capitalism is leading us.


Where the River Rises: A River of Words


This project forms one layer of a palimpsest of works I am creating on the Cooks River traversing its geography, history, and community through explorations of real and imagined ecologies through its stories.


A big thank you to all the poets who made the work such a success. The audio of the voices gradually pans from left to right.

Here are some snippets:

A slow trickle is all it takes to start, the slow wearing away of the channels of a heart made weary with the turmoil of remembrance, past. …

The river banks widen, and I feel pride when, I look back not with sorrow or regret at the river’s passing but towards a tomorrow where I won’t forget that the river’s course is everlasting, and I know in my heart through strength of will that while the current departs, the river, still, it flows on.BILAL HAFDA

2014-11-14 16.06.00I hear the sigh of the river drifting faintly.

Beyond the highlands of Yagoona.

I watch the river drops open their eyes,

and angels descend so the hunger may be fed. ABDULLAH NOMAN


Tiptoed around the rivers wrist.

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He told me that you never step into the same river twice.

Throw rocks into the black ink.

Watch them sink.

Making tidal waves around our ankles. GLORIA DEMILLO


Because I loved you … with the urgency of the river that clambours over rocks sand valleys to rush  penitently to the sea, with the love that rebirthed the spring foliage and then scattered the leaves in an autumn breeze to places they would lie untouched for all time. SARA MANSOUR


Navigating the space between Dryness and wetness in emptiness I skim lonely stones on the Lacunae of a Lagoons lament. …

Truth, I realise, is the tentative touch of the

Surface  the bubbling and rippling

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Bending the structure to allow

For your Curvature,

And not the other way around.

It is bigger than me and so

It becomes me. NATALIE POWPOV


We’re down by the Cooks River and it’s late, past midnight, and we sit in the shadows listening to the humming of the insects. …

The night river is a loose web of interconnected sounds. Creatures ripple the water and twitch the grass. …DSC_0689

In the river the machine settles into the mud, beside the bicycle frames and wheelie bins and traffic cones, the low-tide ghosts. VANESSA BERRY


My home was once a pleasant place of cool waters and fresh grasses.

We ibises lived there since Gondwana land cracked and foundered apart from Pangea. …

Then the water in our ponds started dying up, the grasses browned and died.

The eggs did not hatch. We died in numbers we cannot count.

Like stars in the sky, our bones littered the dry bare earth. …

Those of us with strength took flight, following the winds until we found refuge in the filthy concrete banked river where the once the Gadigal people fished, their children splashing in the shadows. …

We, former gods in another dry land, you now revile as vermin.  …

We live off the detritus of your lives. …DSC_0720

We have adapted. Just like you.

We are your mirror. LOU STEER


The consciousness of this once fine stream

now polluted in the minds

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and in reality…

her waters trickle amongst their waste,

no hunter would bend down for a taste

and the Currawongs have flown away.

Willows wallow in her sorrow;

concreted, covered, converted

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as does not befit her Indigenous or European names.

Ravaged for decades and awash with shame,

stripped of her beauty, we are to blame,

But the tail of many creatures regenerate,

…and so too will the tail of Gamay. JONATHON DAVIS


Bankstown Arts Centre Residency

For the next month I will be working on an installation for the Crosscurrents Art and Ecology Festival showing on  November the 15th with a project entitled:

Where the River Rises: A River of Words

The installation is a collaboration with the amazing Bankstown Poetry Slam Poets run by Bankstown Youth Development Service (AKA BYDS) and the beautiful Sara Mansour.

The work consists of a hand drawn map of words following the river’s flow on the wall. These are created from the poets’ spoken word and written responses and will be largely written by the or own hand. A number of listening devices with headphones will be located on plinths that allow people to listen to mixes of the spoken word versions over sounds recorded of the river. On the day, as well as live performances by participating poets, visitors will be able to record their stories and contribute their own impressions to the project by physically writing onto the wall of the installation.

You can Check out the Flyer here:

Crosscurrents flyer

My mother told me to play on Fbi’s All the Best

Grief is a tough one. You never really know how it will manifest and words are pretty useless most of the time. Just when you think you are getting on with your life it rears up and slaps you in the face. It is subtle and gigantic, a force to be reckoned, and once you experience it, a companion for life, dropping in like an unwanted guest when you don’t expect it. Yet it is also a big part of what is is to be human and fades to a dull ache. Radio station Fbi’s All the Best look at various aspects of grief over two shows. Part one features one of my works.
If you missed it when it aired(like I did) you can find it here: http://allthebestradio.com/shows/1437-grief-part-1/
and here: http://allthebestradio.com/shows/1438-grief-part-2/

Ahhh, the beauty of podcasts.

The last tree feat. Bartolomäus Traubeck

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The Last Tree is a sound sculpture/installation that uses almost entirely second hand materials (except for one cable), paper and recycled technology(a second hand dvd player, amp and a bunch of old forgotten ear phones, collected form the draws of friends and family. It is a comment on the ecological “deafness” that seems dangerously present in much of society. We are often caught up in our own worlds both figuratively and acoustically. It seeks to explore that which has no voice. When all to often see ourselves as separate for our environment rather  than intimately tied to it.  The multi-channel audio arrangement or overheard sound that comes form the earphones tiny speakers consist: of interviews of children speaking about trees; an extract from author Herman Hesse’s Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte (Trees: Observations and Poems) and a track from Bartolomäus Traubeck’s Years which is constructed from a record player that plays slices of wood and interprets the strength and grain of the wood into piano music. What I wanted the viewer/listener to consider with this work was the direction in which technology is leading us and what implications that has not only for the future but also for future generations.

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