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Revisit


You can only create

your own symbolism

and know your own truths.

Many will pass you by

but you keep on growing,

tenacious like a seed fallen on rockface,

germinating in crevice,

looking for light.

Keep streetscape staring,

stumbling upon engraved coda

in stone walls and

stained glass windows.

Fleeting connection of human minds,

Who am I/ Do I belong?

Will you see this when I am gone?


March 2025


  • "What makes mankind unique is not our ability to reason, but our use of symbols."

Bernie Siegal




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Jill Turner Arts

I acknowledge the traditional custodians throughout Western Australia and their continuing connection to the land, waters and community. I pay my respects to all members of the Aboriginal communities and their cultures, and to Elders both past and present.

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