It’s been about twelve months since Joe and I worked on Constellation – an installation in CarriageWorks, but I feel compelled to re-examine it. The lights were far from right, not immersive and bewildering as they should have been. The benal clothes line in the foyer – abort abort abort. Listening to the sounds Joe put together for the sculpture, strings and keys in manner of Delia Derbyshire, the project could be ressurected in some form or another, maybe.