Wynyard Station has been undergoing a facelift in recent months, a long-overdue improvement for such a busy entry and exit point to the CBD. Gone are the old wooden grooved elevators and rabbit-warren passages. Elements of the former have been incorporated into a smart hanging art installation, as if the old runners leapt from their tracks and clung to the ceiling in desperation. There is a clever audio-visual wall with thoughtful and quirky presentations, not unlike those seen in an art gallery. On occasions I have descended and reascended the adjacent elevators just to watch the projections again. You know that I have a certain fixation with finding meaning and this is no different, except for the location. Art in busy public spaces is intriguing and here is a spot where fast-moving commuters have no choice but to pass by art. How many think about it?
There is an interesting billboard-photograph that sits above the new elevators, paying homage, to the old set that now grace the ceiling. It forms the basis of a haiku from two posts ago. There is something about old photographs, of people and place and time, that is arresting, that demands further thought.

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