Last year 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.