Redfern a place where there is a perplexed idea of the danger, the perilous mentality of a visitor, the feeling of ‘alien’ in a place portrayed as unsafe.
A community of mixed culture, a place of diverse corridors of society, a enraged place, a nervous place, a fascinating place, a welcoming place, a city within the city.
A place of Art, of culture, of community, of people, a place of poverty and of riches. This place is Redfern, a place of heritage, of history, a place of controversy.
A quiet transition of the neighbouring CBD, visited by cars only to pass through, visited by people only to pass through, a city at peak hours, with only one goal to get to the station, to get to work, to go home, to get out of there as soon as they can. A place of desertion after six o clock , the bee line on the streets slowly disperse, the dangerous city is in play.
The Block, the intersection passing the station, you don’t dare look, you wouldn’t dare enter, its is a no go place for the visitor, the outsider, the know only would travel through.
This is a place of destitution, a place of one welcomed community, a place of suspicion if a unknown entered, a frightening place, a watchful place, a curious place, a culture, a fascinating urban block.
Art and expression, the streets of Redfern communicate its idea, its feeling, its vulnerability, its culture. Discovery of a place, where street art shows community, shows ideas, shows protest, shows the situation which has problematically idealistically became the perception of Redfern.
A street gallery, a nomadic art, ever changing artwork, transforming over time. The controversial war with council, wiping clean this expression, one day its there the next its taken away with a fresh coat of paint.
Why is expression so important in a city of such controversy?
Why is this expression not know to the frequent visitor of Redfern?
Why is this expression hidden and only found by the ‘investigator’?
A community of mixed culture, a place of diverse corridors of society, a enraged place, a nervous place, a fascinating place, a welcoming place, a city within the city.
A place of Art, of culture, of community, of people, a place of poverty and of riches. This place is Redfern, a place of heritage, of history, a place of controversy.
A quiet transition of the neighbouring CBD, visited by cars only to pass through, visited by people only to pass through, a city at peak hours, with only one goal to get to the station, to get to work, to go home, to get out of there as soon as they can. A place of desertion after six o clock , the bee line on the streets slowly disperse, the dangerous city is in play.
The Block, the intersection passing the station, you don’t dare look, you wouldn’t dare enter, its is a no go place for the visitor, the outsider, the know only would travel through.
This is a place of destitution, a place of one welcomed community, a place of suspicion if a unknown entered, a frightening place, a watchful place, a curious place, a culture, a fascinating urban block.
Art and expression, the streets of Redfern communicate its idea, its feeling, its vulnerability, its culture. Discovery of a place, where street art shows community, shows ideas, shows protest, shows the situation which has problematically idealistically became the perception of Redfern.
A street gallery, a nomadic art, ever changing artwork, transforming over time. The controversial war with council, wiping clean this expression, one day its there the next its taken away with a fresh coat of paint.
Why is expression so important in a city of such controversy?
Why is this expression not know to the frequent visitor of Redfern?
Why is this expression hidden and only found by the ‘investigator’?
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