Welcome to Dunolly. At first glance this town appears like any other gold rush settlement; however upon closer inspection... Dunolly as a town is about to die. There is a certain beauty in this exaltation of demise, like a great tragedy unfolding before our eyes. Death is our one constant; so rather than obfuscating, this architecture treats it with solemnity we all deserve.

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This project is deals with heritage, landscapes, precincts, program, and details, but that is not really what this project is about. This architecture isn’t supposed to be grounded or sensible, it is an object of desire, pure fantasy for the bereaved masses. The inserted cemetery issues the humble, and embraces the bombastic. It is, at its heart, potent to an almost supercilious end.

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In the end death doesn't matter, it WILL get us all. So seeing as you can’t take any of it with you, who wouldn’t want to face the grave with a bottle of wine in one hand and some opera glasses in the other. You might as well enjoy the time you have left embracing this architectural opulence. It might be a little Podunk town, that nobody has ever heard of; but why shouldn’t Dunolly’s demise be the most extravagant piece of theatre in the world? This has been An exercise in death, the towns triumphal farewell; and I couldn’t think of a more fitting end to this grandiose little town.