BOMBING, FLOATING AND SQUEALING
Growing up in Queensland, the pool was pretty much a backyard staple. Many days were spent pruny and chlorine soaked, bombing, floating and squealing. Whether it was in a friend’s backyard, or a heavily chlorinated overcrowded public pool, a giddy sense of fun and freedom seemed to rule supreme. Even now, during a Melbourne summer, hanging on the edge of that refreshing blue wobbly rectangle eating a Frosty Fruit, I get small rushes of that same feeling. It may not be filled with quite as much squealing and laughter, but it’s still there.
In Bombing, Floating and Squealing I hope to harness this nostalgia and create a space evocative of the Queensland pool-rat scene.