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Dimboola

  • Ren Walters
  • Nov 11, 2015
  • 1 min read

Wimmera River, Dimboola.

As I was collecting objects I realized I was moving further away from the group. Gradually the sporadic clanging of the bridge being sounded receded, yet I did not feel I had left my co-performers. There is no official marking of a performance consciousness as we come and go, from whatever this space is, as we feel. I felt and I knew the threshold into performance had been crossed and even with my co-performers out of sight and earshot I still felt a connection as a participant.

 
 
 

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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.

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