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 obsessed with making spiky objects, mostly stone – basalt and pounamu, and some wood – kauri and purple heart. My photos depict progress shots, arrangements and contemplations.
The spiky objects changed on different days. Heart fragments which morph into teeth and claws of the rageful dark earth. At times they felt like tiny alien spaceships, full of cosmic magick. Sometimes they are simply triangles, sleeping and sharp.
[In alternate 3D realities I was receiving a dentists injected anaesthetic to my gums, feeling like I’m in a sci-fi script surrounded by far too much medical equipment for this nature-being. Working round the clock, my nervous system was stressed to say the least.]
This week I softened all the edges, rounding them away from being dangerous or pain inflicting. Reflecting the softening of my insides, I am beginning to let go of my life here in Tāmaki Makaurau Auckland.
In the soft, quiet space of this death-process, I begin to hear the flutter of wings.
