"Do You See What I see?"  in development-commenced July 2017.

February 7-9, 2020: performance developmental phase with Dance Hub SA Seed Residency.

DYSWIS is destined to become a multimedia installation, a full-length Fringe show and a health and educational training tool.

Workshopped with 2 actors, and a musician Feb 7-9, 2020, and to be further workshopped during the latter part of this year.

See Musings for more information.

"The Peggy Buxton Story" - Ink Pot Arts, May 2019

'Tarsha has worked independently to develop a sensitive performance, that began with a compilation of news reports about a murder trial in the late 1800s. I have been struck by her commitment to in depth research and how the extent of her research is reflected in the depth of the story that she shares with the audience. Her decision to layer this story telling with a piece of sound that she developed sees the work shift into a contemporary space that is both uncomfortable and arresting. The work is layered and interesting and presents the perspective of a woman who was voiceless in her death in a dignified and nuanced way.'

Jessica Foster

Artistic Director

Peggy Buxton Sound Art - Tarsha Cameron
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Dogmatic" ; a commentary on women's roles.

May, 2019. 

Together We Are Apart”, part of the 2019 Adelaide Fringe within the “happening” Blue Ginger Lounge, illuminated the potential dysfunction of gender roles while memorialising recent and ongoing harrowing through soundscape and sculptural installation, and interactive performance art. Verbatim theatre and self-devised poetry and monologue provided the text for the character.

Cocoon” – November 2017.

Video performance art and sculptural installation take on Portia Nelson’s poem.


I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.

― Portia Nelson, There's a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery

(cited 2/4/19:

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