In Hobart for a post Christmas getaway.
Today we were planning to hire bikes and ride up the cycleway which uses the space beside the rail line to visit MONA; the Museum of Old and New Art.
We woke to a day of gale force winds which led to the cancellation of a sailing race on the Derwent and delayed the opening of the Taste of Tasmania for the day, until the safety of the marquees could be assured.
So, we drove there instead.
It seemed like every tourist in Tasmania had chosen to visit too, but this didn’t stop the fascination of a plethora of imagery and installations which had me reaching for the notebook to scribble.
MONA
Creeping through shaped spaces of light and dark
Where sometimes the message
Speaks clearly and yet
,
In others,
There is the knowledge that the language used
May be known to others but
The translation,
(via the O device dangling on its lanyard around my neck,)
Misses the nuance of idiom.
The wonder is,
however,
worth it.