Month: July 2020

What a good start to the semester this week has been. Beginning with my observations, the exercise has made me more aware of my current inactivity as I continue to isolate in my bedroom. I know that I do not need to necessarily ‘do something’ in order to observe a moment, so for me this week it has been more about having more awareness to the mundane and verbalise what I see. I also did have some trouble with not just expressing my thoughts or own sensations, and almost exclude myself from the experience. I want to work on this for next week.

I will reflect fully on exercise 1 in  a different post, but based on this I would like to in the future capture a higher action scene because I think it is more outside of my comfort zone. Generally, this is something I want to take of the studio, pushing more boundaries of what I am comfortable with recording, and taking a ‘safe’ or easy option. I sometimes will put the blame on the fact that I feel uninspired or not creative enough to have a vision to write or record certain things, so I am trying to figure out ways in order to not fall into that mindset each time. I think with the next few blog posts and exercises, the approach will be to just go for it and then I can always change things later on, my work doesn’t have to be perfect each time as soon as I begin. For the observations I think that means putting my  attention I wouldn’t usually focus on (my environment around me), and rewriting/editing later with fresh eyed. I am assuming each exercise will be different each time so I will see how they go when I get there. 

As if right on schedule, the horse owners take on the steep hill to greet their animals at the end of the day. Catching the last glimpses of light before the sun sets, the horses are approached, with a pet and a snack. The lead is tied. Due to the nature of my house, I have the pleasure of watching the animals graze, run and rest, so when they go it is a signal that the day is almost gone. This particular time, like most other days, I wonder if they prefer it out here or in the confines of their own stables. Is that really home for them? Either way, I take personal comfort in knowing they will be back out there tomorrow, and every day after. The horses and their owners then walk up the track, through the boulders and long grass, and over the hill. I watch their distinct silhouettes as they walk into the setting sun.

 

I am at day 6 of isolating at my parent’s house. Last night, it was 5:30pm and I lay stationary on my bed. Hours of clicking ‘next episode’ had passed until the sun set. Straying from the logical step of turning on a light, instead I remained in darkness. The tree directly outside was illuminated by the light emitted from my sister’s bedroom. Beyond that, cars lit up the small road every minute or so. They made no noise. What I did hear was the indistinct hum of whatever my sister was watching on her screen. The cats moving outside my door occasionally chimed  tiny bells. I was encompassed by the four walls surrounded me, and yet  the limited sounds and sight made me feel at peace.  In that moment I was washed over with appreciation that I could be here at the present, to which alternative was my loud and disruptive apartment in Melbourne.