I have Jill to thank for my tiny adventure today.
Jill blogs at Filosopha’s Word. She primarily writes thought provoking pieces about the state of the United States, with regular music and ‘good people’ posts. Every Saturday she has a surprise.
A couple of weeks ago I left a comment on her Saturday Surprise post. I can’t remember what she wrote about (sorry) but my comment was about the painted grain silos in Victoria that have become a tourist trail. That prompted Jill to devote a whole Saturday Surprise to them.
As I scrolled down my attention was grabbed by a stunning art work of Jacinda Ardern hugging a woman, from a photo taken just after the Christchurch massacre. The silo was in Brunswick, a trendy inner suburb of Melbourne, not far from me.
Caring for the Fella takes time, and so I am learning to find the pockets of time that I can use, like this afternoon. After going to a friend’s exhibition I went to find the silo.
I had the street and, as it was a tall structure, I could see it…but couldn’t quite find where it sat in the street.

So I wound my way around. On the way I went under the new rail overpass, built to remove a level crossing in Moreland Road. After a short walk along the railway line I had a good view of the magnificent art work by Loretta Lizzio. What a powerful moment of human dignity to capture.


It was lovely to be out and about in the Spring sunshine. And a thank you to my American friend Jill for pointing me to something on my own doorstep.
I respectfully acknowledge the traditional custodians of this land on which I live and on which this silo sits– the Wurundjeri Woi-wurrung People of the Kulin Nation, their spirits, ancestors, elders and community members past and present. The land always was, and always will be Aboriginal land.
21 replies on “A tiny adventure in Brunswick”
Wonderful short story… and an astute observation of what the place reflects… I think that’s why I love the inner city, it transcends time.
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Yes, the layers of time are all there to see, often because things, like the silo, are being repurposed. I grew up in the suburbs, where houses are knocked down for their land. Huge million dollar mansions trump any connection to the past. The layers there are only held in the memories of my family (my mother still lives in the house we grew up in)……that’s a deep thought for a Saturday morning!
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Oh thank you so much, Anne, for sharing my work, but also for sharing your visit to this silo!!! Of all the silos I featured in my post, this one touched me the most, and your pictures capture the depth of the feeling the artist put into it. I’m so glad that you enjoyed your visit to the silo and your walkabout and glad I helped plant the seed!
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That it took someone from halfway around the world to tell me about something at my doorstep still makes me smile. It is a beautiful, powerful image, quite visible from the trains going past. Imagine seeing it every day on your way home from work.
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And THAT is the beauty of the internet! There are many ways in which the internet has been used for harm and downright evil, but the ability to share thoughts and experiences across thousands of miles is invaluable! I’m really glad you got to see that particular silo up close … it has to be an inspiration to all who see it!
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So true Jill…about the power of the internet and the power of the art work.
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Art and music … both so powerful! Hugs, my friend!
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Thanks, Anne…and Jill! I had no idea this artwork even existed much less that it’s right here in my own city. Still not ready to get out and about, but once I do, this silo is on my list of must-do activities.
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I was really surprised too….but where else but Brunswick, eh?!
I understand your hesitancy about going out. However, for my own brain health I need to have these tiny ~ and hopefully safe ~ adventures each week. When you do decide to find the silo, let me know and we can meet for coffee 😘
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Deal! My bucket list of things to look forward to is growing. And I understand completely. I go to my local IGA about once a week. My rationale is that the air flow is good, and they all wear masks, and the milk is fresh [unlike some large chains I could name] but…I think I do it just to get /out/. -huge hugs-
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It would be lovely to meet up, after all these years!
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The Offspring and I met EllaD [Dale] and the GO some years ago when they were passing through Warrandyte, and it was lovely. A couple of minutes of awkwardness, and then we were chatting as easily as we do online. We /must/ meet up when this damn virus is finished with us!
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What a powerfully stirring image. I also love the ‘three layers’ of Brunswick local color you added to the description, Anne. Glad you were able to take a mini jaunt for some self-care. hugs.
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The image was an inspired choice for the silo, wasn’t it? Brunswick is an interesting suburb to wander around in. You never know what you are going to find. My photo seemed to sum it up really neatly.
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Agreed!
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That is such a powerful image – thank you for sharing it. Art expresses things which words cannot and I really wish there was more of it in public spaces – not the ‘statues of great men’ type which usually glorify rogues but this kind of art which makes one think and / or lifts the spirits. Maybe that is why craftivism is so powerful.
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I hadn’t thought about that aspect of it, so thank you. We have enough of those statues, and precious few of women. It’s good to have Ardern’s humanity in that terrible time celebrated.
Do you think we are expecting more diversity in our public art these days? I feel that there is a shift towards that, as there seems to be demands for greater diversity in our films, people on TV (news readers etc) and so on.
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In the UK a lot of those old statues are disappearing because of the awful things those men did in Colonial times. There have been a number of high profile campaigns to have some of them removed and others have been discretely taken down before there is an outcry. New public art is not that common, at least around here, because councils are seeing it as an unaffordable luxury when budgets are so tight. So the po faced old men are going but not being replaced by the new public figures who are much more diverse (though not diverse enough) What cheers me is the privately owned stuff – a mural on a house wall or even a beautiful garden with no hedge to hide it from passers-by. I have not had my own internet connection for a couple of weeks so have not been able to write a post about a day out I had recently where Lindy and I discovered some really fun sculptures on a footpath. Hopefully my son will be down later this week to fix my internet and then I can tell you all about it.
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That is an amazing piece of artwork that touched my heart looking at it. You could feel the love and caring in the face of the hugger.
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Isn’t it wonderful. And so large and seen by so many. Public art is a precious gift.
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Arden is wonderful, articulate and caring, strong willed and all that. It’s been tough for her people (who include me) during this trying times, including of course what the painted silo reminds us of the massacre. I was away in the SI – on the other coast at time. It feels like so long ago but actually 2019 is still short time ago. Thanks for sharing your adventure…
Our covid framework for protection of humans has just changed, it was interesting last Tuesday morning, the amount of “still wearing my mask” people were doing…
I’m only wandering in small doses at looking at my city, Auckland. I know there is a lot of new art work at Wynyard Quarter but I’ve not gone down there just yet.
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