Friedensreich
Hundertwasser’s skyline is like turning over a book of black-and-white
reproductions – their winter outlines, their washed-out appearances – only to
come unexpectedly across a colour section at the back. Golden squares at every
window reflect evening sun disclosed for one minute from under thunderclouds shifting
from Werribee. For one minute sheets of glass facing the bay are topaz,
dandelion, primrose, canary, byzantine, flame. When the book closes (Baskerville
font, July print-run) the cover is nightfall and no sign yet of where the
thunder will come as instead freezing rain threatens Beaconsfield Parade and The
Esplanade with a once-in-one-hundred-years hundred-waters deluge.
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