The stories we don’t tell: Griffith Review 61

Every morning I would press my nose against the glass and try to imagine what this place could be. A bare room with white walls and beautifully polished floorboards in a shopfront next to a laundry and a bus stop. As I waited there for the last of the three buses to my new school, I saw pictures on the walls which were routinely replaced by others. Nothing else changed. What was this place for? What did the simple, hand-lettered name on the window-glass mean? There was no furniture, nothing obviously for sale, nothing to indicate a function.

I was nine years old, and I had no idea that public places existed for experiencing and discussing art…

>>> Published in Griffith Review No. 61

IMAGE: 102 Burton St Darlinghurst today. Photograph by Esther Anatolitis.