Hanging Rock

There is something in us that imbues landscapes with substance or senses what is there hidden beneath the camouflage of form. It finds voice in myth and survives in the shadows of the imagination, birthplace of our being. It enters this world through ancient fissures, openings in the mind, sacred places and in the crevices weathered in lava outcrops spewed out of a volcano more than six million years ago halfway between Melbourne and Bendigo. Hanging Rock rises up out the plain like a cathedral but houses no familiar god. Here, something primal breathes out of the lava pores and sleeps within. In the mirror of our smug certainties, it is never seen but festers in a fear that we may awaken it from its ancient dream. Note. Hanging Rock features as the main backdrop in Peter Weir's haunting film, ‘Picnic At Hanging Rock’. Would suggest a viewing of the trailer on YouTube to get a sense of how this rather strange rock formation sets off an interference pattern on the imagination.