I get emotional as I am sitting, starting to reflect on and write about my AFON residency. I’ve just been spending time scanning through the hours of footage, captured on my action camera, of my multiple ‘river immersions’...

I have a lot of energy right now, experienced almost as pressure waiting to burst, in the centre of my chest, arrowing out to the rest of my body. I think this is my passion, an overwhelm of expression, slightly dammed inside as I try to start putting something of my experiences in the river and time during my residency into words. I find this a hard task, BUT, this state right now mostly tells me that I really care about my time, creativity and experience during the residency.

So, I know it was five days where I caught myself in moments of pure joy, felt a sense of attuned-ness with the environments, judged then re-viewed my practice and maybe, made friends with the river? I mean that in a way of, I had a good time. In a way of I played a lot - sometimes with, alongside, amongst, against and in response to the river. There were ongoing actions of give, take and be taken, push, pull and play. Sometimes it felt like co-play, the river and all else that’s a part of it and connected to it was there, on the move, and I was also there, on the move.