A junction is a place where several routes or lines meet, link or cross each other. I imagine a train horn blaring and railway lines criss-crossing over, traffic routes, motorways and canals all jumbled up together. I’d not thought of Launceston as a junction. But for five days it’s becoming a Junction of Art, with a big spoon stirring up the already small and spirited arts community with a national and international influx. Planes, puppets, cars and costumes, music, boats and bicycle wheels, installations, art art art and footsteps - are all heading to the north-east. To Tasmania’s left eye.
From remote isolated plains. From busy populated hubbubs. Everyone carrying a postcard-sized 53-page program booklet. To join and intersect. To listen and see what happens when they criss-cross over each other. And feel what happens in the junction of their hearts and minds.
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