by Tui Diprose | May 27, 2024 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
A reflection on earth by John O’Donohue Let us bless The imagination of the earth. That knew early the patience To harness the mind of time, Waited for the seas to warm, Ready to welcome the emergence Of things dreaming and voyaging Among the stillness of land,...
by Tui Diprose | Mar 22, 2024 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
https://handshakeproject.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/Neo-Animism-Tui.mp4 Dream Journal A handwritten note is passed to me. Inside it says, “I would like to sit and drink tea with you, Sir.” \\ Animism (from Latin: anima meaning ‘breath,...
by Tui Diprose | Mar 21, 2024 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
It’s been six months here in Te Wai Pounamu, nestled in the mountains, rivers and lakes (and… sheep, cows, dogs, horses, hawks and ten million hares). Most of the time I’m just doing life, trying not to let overwhelm submerge me, leaning in to gratitude and...
by Tui Diprose | Nov 28, 2023 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
barefoot in the twilight, sunlight lingers between bones. a circle drawn in the dirt, i collect sticks to make a fire. dusk gathers, as does the quiet. stillness. i become a starlit sky, become woodsmoke, river flow, mossy rocks and hard sharp edges. flowers wilt at...
by Tui Diprose | Oct 16, 2023 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
by Tui Diprose | Oct 3, 2023 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
sunlight drips into my third eye… Ancestors at the door. Eyes as voids, portals to other worlds. My body begins to hum, tingle, energy rushes to my feet as I enter their world. With their eyes they communicate, invite, invoke, warn, acknowledge. In endlessly...
by Tui Diprose | Sep 22, 2023 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
My life is in boxes, now neatly arranged in piles around the house. A moment of reprieve amongst the chaos. I’m about to move to the other side of the country, so my making practice is stalled until I can re-settle. In the past month or so I found myself...
by Tui Diprose | Aug 28, 2023 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
A long, winding walk in the dark terrain of my subconscious begins to reveal itself, in patterns of dappled light through native forest leaves. It arises in the soft, quiet dark where the full moon is illuminating, summoning and awakening ghosts left sleeping in my...
by Tui Diprose | Jul 6, 2023 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
Small moments. Fragments of my insides.Threads to pick up. Objects to place. Being with discomfort. Creating from that place. I see forests, oceans, rivers, land, weaving themselves through my mind, speaking their stories. pollution. deforestation. over harvesting....
by Tui Diprose | May 18, 2023 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
There is a strangeness, here. We have found ourselves inside a liminal space, making in a largely subconscious way. Led by drawings made with our eyes closed, it is not clear where we are heading. Estela Saez-Vilanova is a marvellous teacher in the way she reads the...
by Tui Diprose | Apr 27, 2023 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
Creativity is a river. Creativity is a fire. https://handshakeproject.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/04/20230417_160550.mp4 In the recent PUSH PULL workshop with Renee Bevan I found myself contemplating rivers as jewellery: I am imagining giant snake-like rivers...
by Tui Diprose | Mar 10, 2023 | Handshake8, Tūī Diprose
A red serpent lays coiled upon dry, red earth Old skins shed, grief no longer lingers It sleeps and dreams of new life, deeper tones Midnight black, a glittering starlit river weaves Receive the low, undulating hum of the land. Reverence for slow rhythms...
