Shared Land Information Platform

Shared Land Information Platform

The Shared Land Information Platform, otherwise known as SLIP, is the concept of sharing the Government of Western Australia's (WA) land and geographic information. The aim of SLIP is to improve access and use of spatial data within government, business and the community.

SLIP was developed in response to the Government of WA's strategic planning framework; “Better Planning, Better Services”. This framework promoted a more “citizen-centric” focus and the transition towards joined-up government. Part of the aim was to better utilise Information and Communications Technology to improve service delivery to citizens.

To implement the SLIP concept, it was necessary to develop a technology that would allow multiple government agencies to share spatial information. This technology is known as the SLIP Enabling Framework or SLIP Enabler

Read more about Shared Land Information Platform:  SLIP Enabler, Benefits

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