introduction.
I can still remember the first week of uni. It doesn't feel too long ago, although I guess everyone's sense of time has been destroyed by the pandemic. Regardless, it's absolutely wild to be halfway through a degree. This year, and this semester in particular, has been wildly busy and busily wild, but I've done some of my favourite things ever. While last semester I made a lot of things, this semester I've dialed back the quantity, but I've been honing into my art practice and interrogating what I enjoy, what I don't, and what those choices say artistically. Moving from "composer" to "instruction-maker that uses sound a lot" feels weird in a composition course, but through experiences like improvising with a bunch of talented people and the Fremantle Biennale in general, I feel like I am allowed as an artist in Boorloo to do that; to move forward and grow in my art. I am so excited for the next couple years, and whatever those years have in store for me. I thinking a lot about what my mum said in a recent conversation: Your taste in music has changed so much in the last three years, who knows where you'll be by the time you finished uni?