In Te Maunga we were learning how to be a Foley artist. We made our soundscape out of sticks, cellophane, water, rice and last of all whistling. Marley was the one who had to pour water onto the ground and pour rice into a bucket, and I was the one who had to snap sticks and drop them back in the bucket and crunch up some cellophane and Capri whistled and flapped paper to make a sound like birds flapping their wings.
