Sometimes it’s time to put trauma and pain to rest to let it fly into the cosmos in order to live again. That’s what the Alana twin cats are trying to do after 18 years of holding the pain and shame and grief of being imperfect beings. They lit a fire and burn’t all the horror records of the fateful night 18 years ago. They watched the pain and shame waft into the cosmos and realised their lives are like all beings, imperfect but still worthwhile and they can keep trying to appreciate life and all its mystery.
So sometimes although we don’t forget we find a way to forgive ourselves and others as well.
The sculptures of Tunnerminnawait & Maulboyheener have gone to live in Gippsland where they first tried to return home to Tasmania in 1830.
Snail returned to Bushranger Bay in Victoria, he wanted to say “good bye” one more time. We never know when it will be the Last time.
On Anzac Day the crew went out on mass to remember their fallen comrades including Tunnerminnerwait and Maulboyheener, who were hung in 1830 near the now Victorian Market and Flagstaff Gardens as criminals rather than fighters for their country.
“Rocket” remembers not just the Pioneers but also the Indigenous people whose lives were lost and lie buried here in Flagstaff garden.
“Power” pondered, we create a memorial for the separation of land for Victoria and NSW yet we try and forget the loss of indigenous and settlers’ lives fighting over the land in the first place.
John Batman got remembered. However here lies Tunnerminerwait and Maulboyheener possibly somewhere under the parking lot.
That is what the British settlers said to the indigenous people on arrival. “No Stopping”
“Guts” was reminded of the words of a song by Jonie Mitchell “…. you don’t know what you’ve got till its gone… hey paradise, put up a parking lot.” They died fighting for their land that is now a parking lot.
Ennyl was once a nun at this here convent. Long closed and all nuns gone. her friend has come back to find her. She wants to let her know how beautiful she was and that she hopes she realised what a generous soul she had been. Sadly Ennyl is long gone. Though the poem Strength by M Pizer which she carries still lingers on.
” In time I will be tempered like fine steel
to bend but not to break”
Sprinkles is Waiting for the Barbarians…. perhaps they will never come! Beware in the woods
Graffitti Granny 