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.