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The weight of time, rough made smooth with a billion footfalls. Belonging to none and all, civic pride numbs the need to think.
Civic Skin. The concrete and steel membrane of the living thing, made animate with the movement and interactions of the population. A shifting development in flux. Constant change. A deeply superficial examination reveals interesting details and sews the seed of inquiry.
Thick paint applied to walls covers over previous layers of primitive scrawls and territorial claims. The construction process is evident. Tool marks in plaster, brush strokes in the hand painted facades akin to the artists brush strokes on canvas. The workers efforts immortalised but largely ignored.
A stone sits grounded, unmoving as the water passes over. Strangers united with a common goal continue to search.
People move through the spaces in transit, just passing by. They meet, interact and leave. Possessions acquired in the hope of some temporary relief. Brilliant colours and smells attract customers as plants advertise to insects.
Dangers to the public marked like venomous creatures skins warning of their toxicity. We say that nature exists outside the boundaries, far away from this artificial construct and yet it is here in another form.
Worlds meld, divisions merely a concept. Labels meaningless. A reflection, illusions made solid, a self made prison.
Canberra is a planned city, experimental and modern by design. The original idea has grown, mutated and evolved over time. Form and function, necessity and want in a refined balance. Composed of raw materials that are shaped by the ideas and physical labour of individuals.
The moulding of elements into a work greater than the sum of it’s parts. Working with a dedication that accepts the impending destruction. The creation is only temporary and yet is meticulously produced.
Now on sale, enticing promises of happiness, the cost is high. A jewel in mud, beauty revealed from darkness.
The civic centre a focus of commerce and activity. The wall, road, pavement, pipe, graffiti, sign, filth, grime, gloss and stains all elements to touch with the senses. When they are rearranged the solidity and familiar reference points begin to erode. Something new emerges.
The mundane reality can be admired or ignored. Remade or documented it is a question of selection and refinement. Raw pigmentation, fused metals and moulded plastics reflect electromagnetic radiation and reveal their chemical composition. A relationship of dependence, a physical process understood with logic and investigation. There is no viewer only vision. No thinker only thought.