I should have known from the outset that this was going to be a slow walk in which we did not go very far. First there was the large roll of drawing paper that Kim removed from her bag just at we reached the beach, indicating a significant commitment to mapping the details of our walk. Then there was the duck’s head poised pathetically on the sand between the mouth of Towradgi Creek and the sea. The number of photos that we took of this head – before we’d scarcely taken a single step along our journey from sea to escarpment – indicated a through concern with every small, accidental feature of our walk; a concern that would necessarily affect the nature of the walking, slowing it down, shaping it more as a whimsical environmental survey than as a walk.
I should explain that I have nothing against engaging in surveys. Furthermore, conceiving our project as a series of surveys makes good sense. If nothing else it is well suited towards producing all kinds of data and artefacts that lend themselves towards being assembled into an art exhibition. But conducting a survey is not quite the same thing as going for a walk. A survey may involve walking, but it is not directed towards walking as such. Walking simply becomes a means of locomotion that assists in making observations and obtaining samples.
My interest and aesthetic commitment to walking is different. I am interested in it precisely in terms of the tension it engages with processes of representation. Walking entails a willingness to let things slip by. I am simply walking. If I take a photo or pick something up along the way it is always positioned as a brief interruption to a process that entails continuing, rhythmic movement. On the whole I am more interested in recalling walks than in recording them, and in recalling them I am always aware that the experience of the walk itself escapes. This is an essential and compelling part of the process.
I must also confess that for me walking is a means of negotiating a relationship between my inner world and the wider environment. The dialogue this involves is not primarily social. Very often I go on walks alone. It is a form of private experience that forces me, at the same time, to engage with aspects of the world beyond myself. I am very aware of how this corresponds to aspects of romanticism and the dramaturgy of bourgeois identity, but can hardly deny or altogether resist this ideological conception just by acknowledging its historical basis. This is not to say that I am unwilling to walk with other people. I often enjoy doing this (and often find myself longing for a companion), but it never quite engages with what captivates me in walking. My issue then: I must somehow come to terms with walking with other people up creeks. It is not quite the walking I know.
Actually it is not just dealing with my fellow walkers that is the issue, but also having to engage with the various land owners whose properties abut creeks. While Kim and Lucas, bold souls, are happy to walk through all manner of fenced and unfenced, dull and fanciful, overgrown and carefully tended creek-side backyards, I am always keen to avoid such trespasses wherever possible. While they are precisely intent to explore the boundaries between the creek as public property and the uncertain proprietary delineation of a backyard, I am much more focused on discovering the easiest pathway upstream. The fewer the backyard encounters, the fewer the physical and institutional impediments, the better. I have no other wish than to flow upstream like impossible water.
I guess a particular problem for me with our current mode of walking is that it does not holistically walk along an entire creek from the sea to the escarpment. I am aware that our path will often be blocked, that our creeks now are complex spaces involving all kinds of legal, concrete, tin and weed-infested barriers, but I would still like to try to walk their entire lengths. Our current mode of walking is too slow to accomplish this. In several hours we managed to walk roughly 1.2 km up Towradgi Creek (shown in orange on the map below). I’d hoped we’d walk much further than that – to high up in Tarawanna where the creek begins (shown in green below):
So I am proposing another strand of WOTI practice, one that genuinely involves walking (according to my evil and misguided conception of the term) and that may even, at times, involve solo walking events, which will of course be properly described here – demonstrating due regard for the social nature of our project.
I am distinguishing then between two branches of the WOTI project: SWOTI (Surveying Waterways of the Illawarra) and WWOTI (Walking Waterways of the Illawarra). The latter includes a sub-branch, SWWOTI (Solo Walking Waterways of the Illawarra). I am aware that these acronyms may confuse project members and participants, as well as the wider public, but believe that they are ultimately useful in terms of designating real differences in orientation and approach.
I would include a photo of the duck’s head, but did not take one.