When I was about eight years old, I started recording sounds out of my bedroom window with a cheap microphone bought from Radio Shack, plugged into a tape deck while I pretended to present some off the wall radio program in which I specialised in the dawn chorus and airplane engine sounds. I have very distinct memories associated with those recording activities.

Much of my critical research practice involves reflecting on my own echoic memories in the act of field recording or composition as a brief communication of an experience embedded in my body but that is relatable as universal memory and experience; analogue to digital, through loss or distillation as metaphor to contemporary social, political and environmental relationships.

And I still make off the wall radio (podcast) programs.