WHY DO AUSTRALIANS HOLD such disparate things so dear? Fly spray...Vegemite...A hat made from rabbits? A backyard washing line that does double duty as a frame for kids' cubbyhouses, or a vagabond who carries his bed on his back? An annual race of thoroughbred horses? Of course, we love the country's awe-inspiring beauty but we also have a sneaking regard for her terror - the "wilful, lavish land" of the poet Dorothea Mackellar, who reminds us that "for flood and fire and famine, she pays us back threefold".
Of course, we've had to work for it - whether shearer or drover - and even lay our lives down for a nation so blessed it could almost take freedom for granted. The digger and his wife, kids and mates is the icon celebrated on our most sacred day, Anzac Day. Our icons are as true blue and fair dinkum as Australia itself.
The windmill
Australian bark tree
Wattle
Aboriginal art
I like above abstract pattern it also reminds me of the square model i made earlier and the idea of connection
This pattern also reminded me of nurons- an aboriginal abstraction of distribution
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