The architecture is horrible in the centre of Wanneroo City, but the people are friendly.
People smile at you as you walk down the street, and say hello. The name Wanneroo itself is of Aboriginal origin, and means ‘place of Aboriginal woman’s digging stick’.
I may be sarcastic about the so-called art chosen by deluded local government members, but artwork isn’t everything. I truly believe that Wanneroo is a great place to live in or to visit.
I hardly know where to begin, because the city is enormous, so I’ll start by telling you where it is.
The top arrow points to Sinagra, the suburb of Wanneroo where I live. The second arrow points to the name of the city. Go west to the yellow road for the centre of the city.
To get to Wanneroo from Perth (foot of the map) take the 398 bus up Route 60 and travel a little to the west of North for an hour. The bus will then turn right, and if you get off at the first stop, you will be outside the Wanneroo City Council buildings. Or you could drive up Wanneroo Road and turn right into Dundebar Road.
City Centre Roundabout
Looking back the way you came, you’ll see a large roundabout with a ridiculous piece of modern sculpture in the middle. Presumably, she is meant to represent Wanneroo City taking off like Superman.
Before we look at her, here are the Council buildings. The wind was racially discriminating, and only opened out the Aborigine flag for the photograph.
I can’t read the mind of the ‘artist’ who designed the stumpy posts (for which I am grateful), but they have deep cracks. Some of the locals speculate that the stumpy things with all the cracks represent VD among the Councilors who meet in the building. I’m too young and innocent to know what they mean.
- City Council
- Medical Centre
- Lending Library
- Small Restaurant
- School where I voted
- Hotel & Restaurant
- Shopping Centre
- Post Office
- Bert Togno Park
- Police Station
If you like this picture, please leave a comment expressing your disapproval of what I’m going to say about her.
The best that I can say is that making use of a sheet of crumpled metal from the rubbish dump is praiseworthy. The ‘artist’ must have noticed that it was vaguely shaped like a woman in flowing robes. So he bashed the metal in three places to look like a face, hand, and foot.
Next, he painted it all with rust converter to make the rust look a dark brown, put the ‘statue’ on its pedestal, and held out his hand for payment by the gullible local government.
You can see the rust eating through the converter, and running down the front of the figure. As there is no back to the figure, it won’t be long before the rust eats all the way through.
When you look at the figure from the side (see the photo in my next post) she seems to be preparing to take off. If that is the meaning, it obviously refers to the population of the city which is expanding out of control.
Here is a picture of St Anthony’s Church, which is number 5 in the little aerial photograph above. The Council buildings are in the background.
Fortunately, the Council seems to be insisting on scattering nature reserves around the place, so there will be good places to go for a walk in the foreseeable future.