Speculative Fiction TRICKY WALSH

ricky Walsh appears on my laptop screen, their voice slightly distorted as we converse over distance through a shaky network from one regional part of Tasmania to another: it’s a Zoom conversation. This is how we get in touch. It’s a bit like science fiction, but it’s also a bit daggy – the future is never quite as good as we might have hoped. Tricky is in ensconced in the studio, tantalising glimpses of new work hovering in the background, in various states of progression. The conversation is easy. Tricky has a tremendous amount to say, their words coming in a cascade that’s punctuated by self-effacing laughter whenever it all gets too high concept, or too self-aggrandising; there’s a healthy