Democracy isn’t about statesmen and notable historical figures, it’s
about ordinary people having their say, the silent majority making its
voice heard. This bench would be an ordin ary (though beautiful) teak
park bench, the kind of bench we’ve all seen a hundred times before.
However what happens around it and because of it is far from ordinary.
Exploding out from around its base are dozens of coloured lines, weaving
away from the bench in tangled technicolour paths to every corner of the
park. On closer inspection these lines are made up of painted words, the
words telling numerous stories. These stories would relate to the
unusual history of the park, to its present and to its possible futures.
Most of all, they will relate to the people of Burgess Park: their
stories, opinions, conversations all the random individual thoughts and
questions that make up our collective voice. People sitting on the
bench will want to know where these words lead. And why? Some of them
will find themselves, their friends, their past, their future in these
lines. As they follow them they’ll be led to other benches, and other
people, opening up the possibility for con nections and discussions
(“What is this?” “Why is it here?” “Who said that?”). And yet more
stories.
On the ordinary wooden bench at the heart of all this casual magic will
be a simple metal plaque:
IN MEMORY OF YOU
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