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A young filmmaker arrives in the Australian inland, pitches a film called 'The Interior' to an assembly of wealthy landowners, and is taken on by one patron who gives him a place in his vast library. For years he reads, takes notes, drafts and waits while the patron funds him, but not one frame of the film is ever shot. The failure is never treated as a scandal: preparation itself becomes the life, and the patronage continues.
Patrons can come to value an artist's endless striving toward a work more than the finished work, because a completed object can disappoint while a promised one stays infinitely rich. Once that happens, the system quietly selects for permanent preparation, and the artist's proper output becomes notes, plans and talk about the work. Read this way, a stalled project may be doing exactly what its funders want.
The landowners treat their flat, apparently featureless country as inexhaustible, and they fund painters, scholars, historians and theorists to keep looking at it and interpreting it. The land's richness is produced by this organised contemplation, not found in the terrain, so the outer landscape becomes a map of inner, mental space. Put generally: the meaning of a place grows with the amount of disciplined attention a community invests in it.
The plainsmen call the coastal, conventional nation 'Outer Australia' and treat its obvious scenery and borrowed tastes as shallow. Their own identity is built by turning inward, toward a landscape outsiders find empty. A group can create a complete, self-sufficient culture by choosing to prize exactly what the mainstream overlooks, and that act of refusal becomes the source of its standards of taste.