I’ve noticed of late just how many older dwellings are being demolished to make way for multiple apartments. With every demolition, memories of old are lost forever.
Yesterday, while waiting for an appointment, I had a coffee at a cafe run by local indigenous in the small seaside town of Wynnum, here in Queensland, Australia. On a building opposite the cafe, there’s a huge piece of indigenous art. The colours are what attracted my eyes initially, however upon closer examination, it was the detail that kept them fixed for some time.
So what’s the connection to demolitions I hear you ask? Well, sadly, that building is to be demolished to make way for some gaudy looking apartments, and I wonder will the art be saved? I’m investigating its future right now, because it is too beautiful and representative of indigenous traditions to be lost to a bulldozer.