I spend quite a lot of time wandering the streets of the CBD in Sydney. I have my preferred patterns, places that I like to sit, buy coffee, reflect upon the metropolis. In as much as cities are lively, with decades and sometimes centuries of livings etched upon a collective memory, they are tiring. Strolling along a busy thoroughfare often involves a kind of urban gymnastics, with all manner of obstacles presented. People are sometimes engrossed in telephony (you know what I mean!) or sprawled four-abreast across the pavement, like the swells who walk up the avenue in the old song. There are couriers doing deliveries, baby strollers the size of small SUV's, homeless folks begging in all manner of postures and those annoying spruikers with ipads who are trying to sign you up to this or that charity. I am always happy to part with loose change but not sign up to a monthly plan!
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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