Muscles contract, eyes close, no internal monologue just icons. They swirl and distort to the point where their original meanings submit to new translations. In time, this whirlwind subsides, and the icons ground themselves to a materiality. They graft to marble sculptures like fossilised foliage. Each stone relic is enlivened or decayed by their decoration.
We acknowledge and pay respect to the Traditional Owners of the lands upon which our campus is situated, the people of the Boon Wurrung and Woi Wurrung, who have created art, made music and told their stories here for thousands of generations. We also acknowledge and extend our respect to the Traditional Owners of all lands on which our work is viewed, shared and enjoyed, and to all Elders, past, present and emerging.
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