Your feet lead you into the spaces. You eyes follow but you just can’t take it all in…you become curious and strangely child like. When you walk around…you enter another world. You keep walking, exploring, taking it all in, feeling like you are missing something, yet also feeling strangely welcome and accepted. It’s a place that says stay a while, see what you can discover, and know who we are……and the more you look, the more you see….stories carved into stone, strange symbols on poles, fish, eagles, moons, birds, stars, puzzles and prose, silver dancing balls, metal trees, jingle bells beside the sea, a naked diver suspended in time as he is about to leap from the wharf, concrete poetry and crazy miniature worlds in glass boxes, tall poles, metal waves, water and bridges, strange shaped buildings jostling for space in a crowded distant skyline, wharf poles and heritage theatres, green grass and coloured glass, wooden winding paths, pyramids and pillars, gigantic rocks, concrete and water reed, moonbeams and mayhem.
You really just have to love it. Wellington, well done.