In 2015 I spent eight weeks in a cell at Old Melbourne Gaol, in a series of intermittent ‘escapes’ to my temporary writing studio. In that time I completed a couple of writing projects.
The residency at Old Melbourne Gaol wasn’t particularly spooky, the room was more like a strange office, with a stream of tourists passing by.
Fragments of conversation slipped under the door:
“Where’s the gun. The gun is here somewhere”
“Schappelle”
“There’s somebody in there”
“Let me take a selfie”
“What if somebody was looking back at you when you looked in through the keyhole?”, “I was literally about to say that”
I took quite a few photographs as well, some of which pick up on a previous project called ‘Shine’ depicting the reflections in museum display glass.
