Tuesday, January 23

the exhibition

Now, i still want everyone to actualy come and see the exhibitions that I have on and coming up, but here is a shot of the current show on in Hamilton right now...
Also an article in the Hamilton Press about it in last weeks paper...

Monday, January 15

Mia and I


This is a photo my sister took of my Niece Mia and I on Christmas day.

I like it, so I'm posting it. I had a new niece born on Saturday, Jessie Rose Edwards. I havn't met her yet, but I'll try to go and see her in the next few weeks.. she is my 8th neice and nephew. Mia is my eldest niece.

Thursday, January 11

i stand i float

i stand
at the edge of this earth
and see
the ocean staring back at me
its power
its secrets
the lands galaxy
it has been since the beginning
of time
if only its secrets i could
hear
i dive
the ocean engulfs me
embracing
its power all over me
oh tell me what you know
take me
where you have been
for here I am
at home
i float


I wrote this poem about my feelings as I stood on the edge of Te Toto Gorge about a year ago. An amazing place to go, despite it being the scene of a nasty crime recently. The image that I took while I was there was destined to go into my current series of work that opens tomorrow, it made it to the final edit, and into the darkroom, where it then edited it self out as I couldn't get it to print how I wanted it to no matter how many hours I tried. I'll print it one day though, as I love this image and I love this place.

the dark room meditation

counting mumbling
christmas away
a meditation in the dark
orange light
waiting for the picture to appear
hoping praying
for perfection
counting away moments
concrete floor
& that evocative smell
of memories in the dark
time counted out loud
as a prayer
no
a spell
evoking my snapshot memory
to remember that moment
onto this paper
a spell
while christmas disappears

Friday, January 5

small towns

I live in a small town, and for those of you who havn't done that before, it's not hard to get to know people and in turn to be known. In fact, that is one of the reasons I was so keen to leave the small town I grew up in and move to Wellington, especialy after a little embarrsing episode of being the kiwifruit queen. But has fate would have it, here I am living in an even smaller town than before, and loving it by the way. Anyhow, my latest set of work 'Whaingaroa' is based on this small town, and for sure that is going to cause a bit of a stir, so this was in todays paper in little old Raglan
(click on the pic to make it readable)
And not long after that came out today, while I was sitting in my three day a week job and listening to the local radio station I heard the phone ringing on the radio... and also ringing in front of me at the same time... now THAT is something to be concerned about, so I think, should I answer it?! I leave it ringing, then eventualy pick it up, and just then the phone on the radio also stops ringing - also very concerning. So anyway the bored radio presenters decided to ring me off the cuff without warning even though the radio station is only 2 meters away from where I work to chat about my exhibitions coming up. Huh!

Anyhow, I hope '07 finds you all well! And I'll leave you with one of my favorite lyrics from one of my favorite bands 'Lamb'.

"little things"

there's so many things that we miss in our everyday lives
we're so busy hustling bustling chasing faraway dreams
we forget the little things
like blue skies, green eyes and our babies growing
like rainbows, fresh snow and the smell of summer
we forget to live

give us eyes like children so we live each day as our first
we're so sure we know so much that we forget to listen
then we want the fickle things
like cheap thrills, fast pills and constant consumption
like CDs, TVs and cars that speak our name
we forget to live


there's so many things that we miss in our everyday lives
we're so busy hustling bustling chasing faraway dreams
we forget the little things
like blue skies, green eyes and our babies growing
like rainbows, fresh snow and the smell of summer
we forget to live