Artist:
Deira Nebauer
On a breezy morning, as I walked lost through an inner city park, I looked up to see these balloons waving in the breeze. I was on a quest to find a party for my friend's new baby. I had braved the hazards of tanbark in my shoes like an explorer in the jungle and resisted the siren song of snags cooking at another family's celebration. These balloons were an inflated gate to the fabled land of fairy bread, iced vovos, and dancing to the wiggles that I had been searching for.
Acknowledgment of traditional owners.
We would like to pay our respects to the traditional owners of the land on which our building stands, their leaders, past, present and emerging.