Leigh and I went to Wellington to bring the show home. Although I had received a number of supportive comments it was rather sobering to bring the two crates back with me as well as the loose prints. Lorene had suggested I contact Mark Amery about the work but it does seem rather pointless now that the show is down. Sitting in a pub in wellington watching the world go by. What better place to watch the people of wellington than in Cuba street.
Never one to let an opportunity go by I took a number of photographs of two Irish Dancers busking in the main street. Definitely these images will add to the work I am currently starting. (A new Zealand clubs idea...Marching, Dancing, helping...girl guides, marching teams etc). I have yet to begin the next work It is all ready to begin sitting in my studio waiting for the hand of the master...
Went to the City Gallery for the second week and again listened to the Forty-Part Motet by Janet Cardiff. A truly magical installation that never fails to give each time I listen tothe music. In the Deane gallery was a video
Tino Rangatira Tanga . The first time I saw this I was deeply moved. The second time I felt saddened for Richard Kake forever trapped in his own dying. The worst type of ground hog day imaginable. When I left the room the video was beginning again. Tomorrow sees the beginning of the week a completely new set of resolves. Let us see what eventuates
