11/11/2022
👩🏻✈️Introducing the creatives who are supporting the development of Occupational Hazard!
Fast approaching the end of our collaboration’ team!
Week 7 round 2, presenting: Luke Wilson / Sound Artist
Tell us a story of one time you were travelling:
"I’m not famous for punctuality so when I have a plane to catch I overcompensate massively and arrive far too early. One of these instances was going to Stansted airport for a flight to Germany and getting there an accommodating 14 hours early. After mooching around and realising the size of my overestimation of the time I needed, I found myself a nice looking corner of the airport to settle into. An hour or two passed uneventfully before a traveller approached me and we made eye contact as he sat down across from me. We got talking and he began to tell me about his life and the purpose of his trip. He named his profession as “treasure hunter” and I was immediately enthralled, he was basically Indiana Jones. He told me of sunken ships he had helped to locate and plunder for a percentage of the b***y and of his next adventures searching the globe for lost treasures. I was eating out the palm of his hand and by the time he casually asked me “keep an eye on this bag while I smoke” - I assented before I had time to think. No problem I thought as he sauntered off to find a smoking spot, no problem at all I thought 5 minutes later as my toes started to wiggle with just the slightest hint of anxiety, “I mean a guy that cool wouldn’t have anything weird in the bag would he?” my rational mind tried to narrate as my stomach began to silent mouth “I’ve got a bad feeling about this”. 15 minutes later and my palms are sweating, knees shaking - is it enriched uranium in the bag, kilos of co***ne, or just a plain old bomb? He’s obviously gone somewhere to remotely detonate it, call his cartel connections or close the arms deal. Should I tell someone or just go down solemnly with the ship - not wanting to be seen to be making a fuss, the ‘my meal is disgusting but I would rather die than tell the waiter’ approach. As this tumbles over in my mind he comes sauntering back over “thanks man” and picks up where he left off. My anxiety subsided, but there is a new slightly bitter taste in my mouth - all that glitters is not gold. Later that evening I staked out my spot on two chairs to call my bed for the night - the toilet calls - real estate is scarce - it’s fine I have Indiana Jones in my corner. “Can you just keep my spot while I go to the loo?” - “yeah, sure”. A quick sprint to the toilet, deodorant shower and toothbrush and I’m back in a flash. Two young women curled up in my seat, literally snoring with ear plugs and eye masks on - the full defence. I look up at Indiana Jones - “sorry man, nothing I could do”. F**k you Indiana Jones
👉🏼Occupational Hazard is made possible thanks to public funding by Ace Grams
🤝Thanks also to our partners:
Slung Low
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