hot jiggedy-dawg
Colour Chunk at Massey
John Ward Knox's gains on losses at Enjoy
5/8ths of Da Crew + bucket fountain
One day in Wellington isn't nearly enough time to experience all of its joy. But it is most definately enough to convert me to it's awesomeness. After waking up at an ungodly hour to catch our flight, we managed to procure enough energy to last us through a busy day, starting in Lyall Bay with Simon Morris' studio.
Morris has now officially become a legend here at AUT due to, not only his generous hospitality and admirable skills of the painting kind, but his beachside studio with views that look like Isaac Julien films. We gawked at some recent paintings, as well as the large rolls of expensive linen that he has at his expense, and indulged in absorbing his brain as much as possible. He was even kind enough to give some of us a ride into town, as well as showing us around the Massey studios.
After Andy's 'scenic' (read: took the wrong turn and ended up going on massive detour) route to Cuba Street we then visited Enjoy where John Ward Knox was having a show and Siv talked to us about the highs and lows of artist run spaces. Claudia then tried re-enacting Ward Knox's performance piece, only to realise that she has a very similar arm-span to the artist. Things like this are always good to know.
The group then disbanded with some of us paying Peter McLeavy a visit. We had been told that he too is a living legend and he lived up to the hype by showing us a Toole painting and then launching into an impromptu reading. Being read to by Mcleavy is like being put to bed by your Mum with a hottie and a glass of milk, too precious. Needless to say, he's a real darling and we heart him (and his typewriter) very much.
We then met up for a coffee with Heather Galbraith from City Galleries who was lovely enough to reveal to us the final selection of works that she curated for the Venice Biennale and talk so vividly about her journey to curatorship.
Fails:
- Getting harassed by a man in a loin cloth (a very small loin cloth) who we later learned is refered to as 'blanket man'. Thank you.
- The guy with the mirror blanket (what's with all the blanket allusions?) who blinded us and oncoming traffic. Thank you very much.
- Trying to check in at Air New Zealand when we were really flying Pacific Blue. That, I admit, was my fault.
Thanks to everyone we met and who showed us a good time. We are in debt.
- Agnes
Unintentional jenga at Simon Morris' studio
Colour Chunk at Massey
John Ward Knox's gains on losses at Enjoy
5/8ths of Da Crew + bucket fountainOne day in Wellington isn't nearly enough time to experience all of its joy. But it is most definately enough to convert me to it's awesomeness. After waking up at an ungodly hour to catch our flight, we managed to procure enough energy to last us through a busy day, starting in Lyall Bay with Simon Morris' studio.
Morris has now officially become a legend here at AUT due to, not only his generous hospitality and admirable skills of the painting kind, but his beachside studio with views that look like Isaac Julien films. We gawked at some recent paintings, as well as the large rolls of expensive linen that he has at his expense, and indulged in absorbing his brain as much as possible. He was even kind enough to give some of us a ride into town, as well as showing us around the Massey studios.
After Andy's 'scenic' (read: took the wrong turn and ended up going on massive detour) route to Cuba Street we then visited Enjoy where John Ward Knox was having a show and Siv talked to us about the highs and lows of artist run spaces. Claudia then tried re-enacting Ward Knox's performance piece, only to realise that she has a very similar arm-span to the artist. Things like this are always good to know.
The group then disbanded with some of us paying Peter McLeavy a visit. We had been told that he too is a living legend and he lived up to the hype by showing us a Toole painting and then launching into an impromptu reading. Being read to by Mcleavy is like being put to bed by your Mum with a hottie and a glass of milk, too precious. Needless to say, he's a real darling and we heart him (and his typewriter) very much.
We then met up for a coffee with Heather Galbraith from City Galleries who was lovely enough to reveal to us the final selection of works that she curated for the Venice Biennale and talk so vividly about her journey to curatorship.
Fails:
- Getting harassed by a man in a loin cloth (a very small loin cloth) who we later learned is refered to as 'blanket man'. Thank you.
- The guy with the mirror blanket (what's with all the blanket allusions?) who blinded us and oncoming traffic. Thank you very much.
- Trying to check in at Air New Zealand when we were really flying Pacific Blue. That, I admit, was my fault.
Thanks to everyone we met and who showed us a good time. We are in debt.
- Agnes
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