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By Damien Naughton
Original Painting and Limited Edition Giclee Size: 840 x 1250 (34" x 50")
Concrete Jungle
'Even strange birds have a point of view', three flightless giants were heard to say as they looked out from their zoo.
To a jungle so strange that they wondered from where they had come. Was it a mirage of sand and stone raised up from a desert they used to call home?
Across the Harbour a sentinel stood with an army of buildings high, mighty and tough, enclosing within Souls desperately unhappy and lost.
Confused with the camouflage world they questioned themselves, their choices, the cost.
Far from their genesis of Nature: a world of collecting, of family, of care. Where time is cherished. Not an appointment to spare.
A beautiful city, but beware the veneer:
The busy-ness of life, seductive, it's true, is one of lifts rising to offices where we chew on some fat, spitting out facts and breathing in recycled air.
We log on to a net in which we are caught to look at travel sites of eco resorts.
While we sit lodged between one concrete rock and another, a jungle so unnatural to our sacred nature.
We must never forget that happiness resides not on some paper but deeper inside.
A place where expectation is all about surprise. A new idea born, fresh and alive with the impetus of love flowing all around it.
Possible only when we surrender to Nature and do not exploit it.
The Story Behind the Painting
Probably Damien's finest Sydney scene to date we have a view from Taronga
Zoo. In the foreground and from the emu and cassowary enclosure we can
see parallel worlds in different time zones. On the beach below the birds
we see the first inhabitant of this land living freely (in stark contrast
to the birds) and simply. Boats sail on the Harbour and amongst them is
Captain Cook's ship "The Endeavor". Behind the boats, in the background,
looms the Sydney Skyline. . . a modern symbol of greedy empires which so
easily swallow the sanctity of a happy, simple, communal existence. It
makes you wonder who is really smart, those who live in artificial boxes
breathing artificial air and eating plastic food or those breathing in the
salt air with the sand between their feet and children with their own
family around them, teaching them the laws of nature. There must surely
be a middle ground for us to discover and enjoy.
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