Six years ago today the body and spirit of David Ernest Tolley parted ways. “Ernest by name e(a)rnest by nature”, was how he/we joked of this name popular from the turn of the 19th century. I preferred to think of the two words contained within the one; ear – nest ! I am motivated to write of David because of the extraordinary capacity he had cultivated (but also found a way to access, applying a certain kind of effort) in connecting to creative flow and thus, in my mind, wisdom. Some background around our relation and my perceptions of him are worth telling. The extraordinary Preston Institute of Technology (perhaps a Melbourne version of Black Mountain College or the Bauhaus, etc.) was whe

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I acknowledge that I live and work within, and am a temporary custodian of land that belongs to the Wotjobaluk people. I pay respect and homage to Wotjobaluk elders past and present on behalf of all GAIP participants. We also acknowledge and pay our respects to the original inhabitants of the lands we pass through during our performance collaborations and do our utmost to care for these places.