The performance was always intended as an unannounced undertaking. It was only after its conclusion with some subsequent discussions with the artists in residence and staff at Bundanon I came to know the performance was being experienced and discussed in the 5 days I was in the cottage even though I was not “performing” and not directly before an audience. I later said jokingly to one artist that I had actually been in Bali.
A few days after the conclusion of the performance the other artists in residence made a midnight house call and punk’d my car. I was inside the house when I heard aluminium foil rustling. My initial thoughts were that the wombats were playing with the foil.