Water moves through the land after the rain like blood through our veins. muddied by cattle's muck, dammed, pumped, piped and drunk, then down the drain. we wait for the sea, it's heart, to cycle it back again.
In the Japanese garden outside the gallery; underwater microphone and headphones (evesdropping on the koi/carp), bamboo fishing pole, wiring and amplifier. Beyond the garden in the park; waterproof speakers in 150 metres of underground drains, reverberating the sounds from the koi and the "Wake" soundtrack through the park and out to the bay.