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HANDSHAKE IN HAMILTON

HANDSHAKE IN HAMILTON

A CONTEMPORARY JEWELLERY EXHIBITION WITH PORTRAITS BY HANNAH IRELAND 8 JUL – 1 AUG. 2020 OPENING NIGHT 10 JUL / 4–6PM Weasel   C O N T E M P O R A R Y  A R T  G A L L E R Y 260 Victoria St / Hamilton / New Zealand MORE image: Aphra...
Familiar Things

Familiar Things

Through my practice, I try to cultivate an attentiveness to the world around me. I think of making as a way of connecting to the world of people and things. Recently, I came across an essay by documentary photographer Dorothea Lange, which discusses how ‘the...

The contrast in time

The contrast in time     Monika sips green tea, I sip wine.   NZ is easy to contain, she says. She is speaking about bloody Covid.   This strange continuity with online graduations is forcing creativity.   I learn that working naked (meaning...
Makeshift Studio and Image Dump

Makeshift Studio and Image Dump

During lockdown, I set up a a studio in the basement of my flat. It’s messy and damp, but it has been a wonderful space to have. It is very makeshift. I use paint buckets as stools and often work on floor. There is a fire extinguisher prominently installed to...
Bubble, Struggle, Breathe and Weave

Bubble, Struggle, Breathe and Weave

This past month we have moved beyond full lockdown, after the dissolution of my bubble I shifted back to my flat and set up my home studio again. Now I am able to get back into my shared workshop. Manon and I had our first face to face meeting via Zoom two days ago, I...
Lockdown blockdown

Lockdown blockdown

I’ll have to call this my April blog, due to Covid 19 paralysis (my own). My small world initially appeared to be the same with Level 4 lockdown here in New Zealand. I felt like I had been practising for it all my life. Having worked from home for many years it was...
The third child!

The third child!

Blyton, E. (1950). The Land of Far-beyond. p. 12 (Leaving lockdown!) The contents of my cupboards, wardrobe, drawers, and cabinets have never looked so neat, aligned, contained, and ordered; my control over an uncontrolled time. I sometimes randomly open one up and...

The Dream

‘The dream’ (written 10th April 2020) A few weeks back I had my first mentoring session with my mentor Iris via Zoom. A fabulous catch up (she told me exactly what I needed to hear, your work is good and It’s unique). It snowed and she showed me some of...
Weaving words

Weaving words

Words can be used to create all sorts of pictures, yet the image I see most vividly, in this moment, when I think of words, is a net.   I see the cord or thread and the knotting, simple or intricate patterns, holding ideas loosely in their arms.   More than...
Limbo Land

Limbo Land

Limbo land. For the first two weeks of lockdown I was in an odd state of mental paralysis. Partly as a result of an anxiety attack about the looming effects of Covid-19 a week before lockdown, and coming to terms with not travelling to Melbourne for my daughters 30th...