Posts by Kerry Weston
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I just go all Jane Austen for the night whilst retaining my critical faculties
I just have to ask: what does this mean? Ringlets and an Empire line frock? No, no, can't be... a dazzling impersonation of Colin Firth?
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That is an earlier New Zealand that no longer exists
Too right. It was a very long time ago, back in the day when wharfies, woolstore workers and meatworkers did pretty well. I remember a mate of mine, a seaman who worked on the interisland ferries, but lived on Waiheke Island, (as did a few others) - the Railways paid their return flights from Auckland to Wellington to get to work!!
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DB Breweries - which owns Tui, that makes the billboards aren't aware of the finer points to the Electoral Finance Act.
Righty ho.
Oh, FFS, this kinda stuff brings out the renegade graffiti artist in me....hmmm, must be a big blank wall round parliament somewhere...
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Lucy, they used to stack the ginormous bins of tomatoes outside the factory wall in the stinking hot sun. They were then scooped onto a huge conveyor belt which trundled them indoors, where the willing workers picked off and discarded the rotten, bird-pooped, weta'd, spidered and otherwise unwholesome ones. Ditto the peaches, but they went through a steam clean first, so they were ok.
Good money tho - shift allowance, overtime, i think we even got gumboot money.
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while he ate weird grey cubed fruit out of a tin down here in the South Pacific.
And that's not all... the famous tinned fruit salad from a certain Hastings' food processing plant contained peaches, pears, possibly pineapple (that'd be the grey cubes) and cherries - only the cherries were strange little, hard green things, possibly of fruititious origin, but dyed glorious pink.
Oh, the memories - school holiday seasonal employment amongst the fruits - and omitting to remove the wetas from the tomatoes that made the sauce....
bon appetit, y'all
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Maurice Gee's Under the Mountain.
The Wilberforces.... to be called a wilberforce was thenceforth an insult after the tv series.
My kids were lucky in having a river close by and a beach 15 minutes away - lots of hut-building, bridge-jumping, rope-swinging, mud-fighting fun! It was a rite of passage to conquer the bridge jump and the highest rope swing which, I can attest, was a blast.
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what I loathe about the ANZ culture industry today is
* the gatekeeping*
especially about funding.yep, agree. Only had one crack at the funding thing, early on, it seemed very much a case of who you know & the network of influence being the deciding factor. Not my scene. Also allergic to "isms" so i don't really fit anywhere. I make gardens as my physical manual labour & used to make stone sculpture for them. Real life responsibilities have curtailed my arty practice alot, hopefully one day I'll be free to revitalise it all.Occasionally a good cook, but often can't be arssed. Lucky you surrounded by creatives, that must help keep the engine humming. Does your whanau make collaborative work or follow yr own stars?
Used to love scavenging in the old dumps & demo sites too. hate transfer stations.
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Steven, it would be fascinating to experience words & the creative process through your eyes/brain. I believe Jeff Thompson, of corrugated iron animals fame, is dyslexic also.
I play around with monoprints quite a bit, inking up sheets of glass and printing off them - it helps to nut out ideas and composition - and the prints (being reverse images) are usually better compositions, in weight & balance than my original drawings. Discovered the same thing with photographs once, when the developers printed the wrong side of the negatives. It reminds me to keep putting that step in the process.
Checked out yr work - I particularly like the time & film machines and that's a stunning glaze on those fish bowls.
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Ah, but I said "mindless" as in conscious, controlling part of brain diverted somewhat. Don't get much opportunity now, but used to be a painter & sometime sculptor and always did my best work when the nit-picky, controlling bit was diverted into singing or something....maybe it's a painterly/messy artist thing.
I agree about your 'substantials'. Suspect it might work a bit differently with writing as opposed to visual arts. Words tie you down a bit more or something - had a crack at fiction & poetry as part of my degree, thought it would be interesting to compare creative processes. Found it quite disturbing to draw on my own substantials in writing, whereas i don't with painting, maybe it gets transformed more, or functions as a powerful undertow. Painting is a kind of fishing - never know what will turn up in the net. -
I see First Contact has been and gone at Pataka - botheration! I have seen some of Tuffery's corned beef bulls, but not paintings.
i wonder if Tupaia drew or painted the Englishmen? Would be interesting to see what he made of them.