Who would have thought that a bunch of descomp students would end up in the wood studio on a Friday afternoon, building a vibrating box? Not me, thats for sure. The box has been built, but the assignment fun has only just begun.





Who would have thought that a bunch of descomp students would end up in the wood studio on a Friday afternoon, building a vibrating box? Not me, thats for sure. The box has been built, but the assignment fun has only just begun.





Last week I visited Western Australia for the first time. Straight off the plane, into the car and 2 hours to the northeast. We were going to the families farm, to inspect the effect of some recent rain.
The sun set in the hills just out of Perth, red rocks, spindly trees, fire damage and empty roads. By the time we reached the farm just out of Goomalling, pop. 800, it was pitch black and cold.
The morning dawned sunny, the landscape, flat, brown and barren. This was a real farm, thousands of acres of wheat and sheep, fancy machinery, workers.

We stayed two nights, hung out with the family. I saw scenery I had never seen before, stayed in the room where Dad lived when he worked here in the 70s, saw more sheep that ever, and rode a motorbike for the first time.

By the time we left the spilt grain had sprouted, there was a green sheen on the paddocks, and the first crop of the season is about to be planted.