Two weeks ago I wrote about a dream where I had smashed through glass to escape the crushing mediocrity of conformity. Interestingly enough, a couple of days later I flew to Melbourne to watch a friend perform in “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” where the character Chief escapes an authoritarian mental institution by smashing his way out through a barred glass window. A nice confirmation of the power of dreams.
My more pedestrian “holiday escape” to Melbourne is presented below — without words — in the form of a story board where each photo is connected to the one above and below. Carefully arranged through colour, form and metaphor, the beauty, joy and personal significance of events unfolds.
Visiting the city and meeting up with old and new friends over six days in some 20 restaurants and cafes was a delicious, coffee and pastry fueled delight.