A stitch, a rhythm, a picking over and pulling together. History takes hold of a thread, and with a deft twist it can expose an underbelly, repackage a perspective or reveal a new truth. Tomorrow puts the yarn in my hand (the hand of the present) and offers the chance to remake some fabric of a story. I will be restitching the Eureka Flag, to its original proportions and using the same techniques, though not the same skills, as the original seamstresses. The Flag of the Southern Cross. Eureka Flag, Museum of Australian Democracy at Eureka, Ballarat. Image Anna Sublet The Eureka Flag carries with it the sound of a call for democracy, a voice for those 'diggers' who were brutalised by colonial officialdom. It speaks of slaughter in a canvas camp, where the flag flew above the screams of an early morning injustice. Unfurled, fluttering, standing to attention above the hill. What can our present stitching together tell us of this nation, this citizenry? Ar