The first time I exchanged a memorable hongi was with a very distinguished maori gentleman at the Wellington Art Gallery (during a private showing of a Goldie exhibition). He looked uncomfortable standing in a line-up top heavy with
Today marks the opening of ‘Faking It, A Revisitation of Post Modernism’. It’s an exhibition here at the Hastings Art Gallery showing the works of 22 artists and designers associated with the EIT Visual Arts and Design School.
I was thinking that it’s impossible for time to stand still as we hope it will. It’s like a momentary hope on our part to want that, but in all honesty it’s never going to happen. No. Time (as we know it) is
There’s something about being surrounded by art that resuscitates my soul. I can’t put my finger on whether it’s the high concentration of ideas or energy or kindredness or all that and more that makes me feel
“Representation as a construct for a different reality” [as spoken of by Harvey Shields in his review of Paul Hopmeier's Past Modern Madonna Exhibition] is a heady concept, yet, it crosses the line with neither fear nor trepidation as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, to ‘rejuvenate’ something and