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editor.puehu(at)gmail(dot)com</description><title>puehu</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @puehu)</generator><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jrnkeiF2NAo?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/48103411575</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/48103411575</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Apr 2013 17:17:41 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>Mata Mata is a collaborative conceptual art project by...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kfcr7qiIu4g?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mata Mata is a collaborative conceptual art project &lt;br/&gt;by Rangituhia Hollis and Vaimaila Urale&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A video taken on a short visit to the Mangere Art Centre in 2012&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Our first goal was to bring into the open and into public use our own interpretations of the customary weapons of Maori and Pacific peoples. It was during our research phase that we largely saw the beauty and presence of the customary weapons in a museological settings where they were typically treated as rarified objects, either hidden in archives or displayed in situ behind glass.In a way the weapons seemed disconnected from the cultures that they were once essential participles of. So we wanted to engage communities not simply as viewers but as active participants in an experiential pursuit, where they could take up our ‘weapons’ and compete with one another.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/47686232470</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/47686232470</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Apr 2013 18:38:11 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>The other side of speaking</title><description>&lt;div class="im"&gt;By Rangituhia Hollis&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="im"&gt;Posted thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.tautai.org/"&gt;Tautai Contemporary Pacific Arts Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jesus said: “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the father except through me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;John 14:6 The BIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span&gt;These are the words printed on a billboard outside the window of my apartment. I’ve read the sign so many times that I know this excerpt from the bible by heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At night, through the walls I often hear passersby reciting the text. While these are irregular events occurring days or weeks apart there is continuity evident in the delivery of the phrase, from person to person. The booming voice of each speaker suggests a unanimity that the voice of god would be deep and resonant. In pairs, glass sliding doors rise vertically to indicate the compartmental divisions between floors, faces, external balconies and hidden interior rooms. Thin facades such as these allow for the aural transmission of developing understandings between unseen identities to pass in at least in one direction. Deeper into the hub of the city, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kenneth Myers Centre on Shortland Street has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;its own spatial relationship with sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A two layer brick wall shell, forms a 56 centimeter barrier intended to cocoon the interior from outside noise. As a result identities both inside and outside the walls function without any indication or knowledge of each others movements. Years experiencing intrusive audio bleed between the interior and exterior walls of inner city apartments has contributed to my understanding of just how rare this form of dissociation is in the city. It was this soundproofing that also intrigued Artists Jeremy Leatinu’u and Kalisolaite ‘Uhila when they were approached to develop the exhibition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;More than we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; for the Gus Fisher Gallery. In response to this spatial anomaly; site specific sound engagements became their foundation concept for the exhibition. A mutual starting point from where their works could develop. Put simply Kalisolaite will stand on top of the building to welcome the audience in the Tongan language, directing them inside. While in the gallery video documentation of Jeremy’s physical/sound engagements on the exterior of the building will be shown. Both artists’ performances are intended to use sound to breach the seemingly impenetrable walls of the building. While in previous works sound may have been a byproduct of both of their practices it has yet to have been the focus. Rather ‘Uhila and Leatinu’u typically choose to take on board strategies of resistance to inequities or differences - that either absorb or redirect the energies of a public to whom they are often outsiders. In practice they allow space for others to come to terms with such divisions in their own time, without ever stating these differences overtly. At the time that I write this it is notable that neither of these artists have spoken in their work. Jeremy and Kalisolaite are not without language, they are both apart of a much wider discourse, one that places primacy on the efficacy of the corporeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/35e4159897364403d8fd1fb125183387/tumblr_inline_mklqtoAw5K1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spatial Resonance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span&gt;It’s early morning at the end of 2012 when ‘Uhila, Leatinu’u and I arrive at the Kenneth Myers Centre. The plan is to kill two birds with one stone, we’ll watch both Jeremy film his performances and Kalisolaite prepare for the performance that he is to undertake on the opening night. We’re between the Centre and a neighboring building waiting at a closed gate. For us to proceed further permissions have been sought. Auckland University security may be watching us through the overhead cameras. They’re unseen in some centralized control room elsewhere. We stand behind a University staff member whose name I forget. The phone call she makes describes our appearances and our purpose for being there. A number on the gate is read out and the gate unlocked remotely. Then we pass through. We are now all inside what Leatinu’u would refer to as one of the hidden spaces that surround the building. Both Leatinu’u and ‘Uhila have been here before, scouting the building for potential sites of interest. This space is one that Leatinu’u has selected. A 16 by 9 HD camera is set up to frame the first of three works in Leatinu’u’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Spatial Resonance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; series. The composition of the shoot is such that a large steel sculpture by Dr Richard Shortland Cooper is arranged in the frame to be slightly off center. Originally Shortland Cooper intended that the four steel sheets of the work would vibrate as the wind passed through and subsequently would create sound. It’s a heavy seemingly immovable work, stolid and monumental. I move close to listen to it. It may make sound, but I can’t hear anything. Then I move back to view the screen. The camera is fixed. The Architecture and sculpture are also fixed. The camera is activated and Leatinu’u begins his performance. He enters from the right, moving toward the sculpture, taking a position in front of it. My focus is to monitor the recording, I see the work through the lens. After pausing for a short time he begins to hit the work with open palms. His initial strikes appear probing, testing the potential of the sculpture to make noise. The slow attack of his initial blows cause a pleasing echoing sound. However this is lost as the frequency increases and the resonance begins to build in intensity. Gradually through the ensuing cacophony a rhythm becomes apparent. Soon the noise slows and ends. As Leatinu’u walks back out of shot the performance is over. It seems to me as if the sculpture needed to be reinvigorated in order to enhance one of the original aspects intended in the work. When considered along with the three other works in this series The works appear to be building a language of engagement by testing the generative potential of place. In these videos, each scene add new performative variations to a growing codex of spatial engagements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/26bff85fa21e98ee1358b91d31c40039/tumblr_inline_mklq0rlFb01qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jeremy Leatinu’u’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Welcome Project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;exhibited at Artspace in 2010 and in his East Street performance in 2011 both used written language to convey meaning. The later of these works was a 12 hour endurance performance promoted by the Auckland Heritage Festival in conjunction with We Should Practice. In this work he wrote down - in chalk on the pavement - the details of the past residents of East Street (off Karangahape Road). Inscribing the date of their occupancy and the residents name in that order. The work took place over the space of a Saturday night and into the next morning. During the late night section of the performance Jeremy often attracted the attention of drunken passersby. Remaining silent throughout, kneeling and writing - he was focused on the monotonous task of documenting everyone. His lack of response to questions or insults was enough provocation for some to react violently to what they no doubt misread as a dismissive demeanor. Fortunately a constant stream of supporters were present and able to intercede in these instances. With fights being broken up around him Jeremy continued on to complete the task. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Welcome Project 2010&amp;#160;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in itself was another seemingly innocuous work. The two screens displayed related performances, the left screen was a video of Jeremy holding a welcome sign to greet new arrivals to the Auckland International Airport. The right screen was a video of Jeremy at the bottom of the crater at One Tree Hill collecting and placing volcanic rocks in such a way so as to again spell out the word welcome. For english speakers his welcome statement is a dichotomous expression, an invitation that states a inclusivity while at the same time what ‘they’ or ‘we’ are being welcomed into will forever remain exclusive and nondescript. Denying us an entrant passage as this place is never defined, so subsequently we can never enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/afaee7249d4f6a735ab1edd44985aed9/tumblr_inline_mklqgkXfck1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uiaki fono.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I have two lenses. One is a Pacific lens and the other is European. You can rotate the lens so you can look from the inside or outside. My work is about the unheard voices of our community, of our people. It’s about being broad, not being constrained.” (‘Uhila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;On Shortland Street Kalisolaite ‘Uhila climbs the exterior wall of the Centre. Up ladders barely visible from the roadside he emerges on the roof. From the opposite side of the road I see him through the frame of a single lens. Still carrying a camera I assess the scene with the highest resolution available to me. Stepping back to look up and down the street what is becoming clear is that the camera won’t be able to contain the entirety of the spectacle. Think of the film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Zidane: A 21st Century portrait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; where 17 cameras were trained on the football star. ‘Uhila’s performance if it were to be documented similarly, would likewise carry with it the sense of being a study of action within a limited context. Ignorant of ‘Uhila’s socio-spatial activations that expand and contract beyond what this frame can capture. ‘Uhila’s focus is not fixed and cannot be anticipated in his own words he his unconstrained. Now he is leaning over the edge of the building. He peers over the edge and cups his hands to his mouth. Here he is testing the space. A woman pushing a pram passes below. Walking oblivious to the performer above who is now leaning down, poised and watching her with his hands still at his mouth. He doesn’t call out. He appears to be saving the words for the performance. This passerby who entered from outside the frame of the lens, emerged as if from nowhere, creating an effect like that engendered when unsuspecting moviegoers stand up in cinemas in front of telesync (TS) bootleg recordings of films. The passerby has in relation to ‘Uhila unintentionally signalled that the frame of containment that the video lens defines is now broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/8ad95b383b28db0340f8d0e18e31053d/tumblr_inline_mm64aa1oin1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I wanted to be up high, use the echo of the surroundings, and call people in using my Tongan language. This is the first performance where I will be using my voice. I’ll be calling out, using the energy from the echoes and my surroundings.” (‘Uhila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;For ‘Uhila deciding to finally break his silence has been a decision he has made carefully. When he found that the Kenneth Myers Centre’s former purpose was as a radio station, he realized that this could be related to his Tongan culture. He relayed to me that he became certain of how he would respond to the site after recalling a conversation with his Mother. Who had told him that in her day Tonga didn’t have daily radio or tv communication and news passed by word of mouth. This caused him to focus on one of the significant roles in Tongan culture, that of an Uiaki fono. An Uiaki fono is a specific person in every village or town, who is chosen to disseminate the word of high ranks such as kings and nobles. ‘Uhila in describing this role relates it to its’ western counterpart that of the somewhat archaic Town Crier. On top of the Centre ‘Uhila is difficult to ignore. I have a sense that like a method actor he will immerse himself wholly in the role of Uiaki fono. However at this stage my opinion is merely conjecture. When this text is first read the performance will already be over. So I can only speculate. I am left questioning. He has been given the opportunity to speak, when it happens - whose words will he pass on? And moreover I think of the Dylan lyrics to ‘You&amp;#8217;re gonna have to serve somebody’ and wonder who it is that ‘Uhila will be serving? On the night of the performance ‘Uhila as the Uiaki fono will call out loudly, passing on a welcome that will direct his audience inside. Seeing him preparing on the roof I am in two minds, it’s impossible for me not to think of his past works where he’s subordinated himself and now with his figure is so dominant on the horizon it seems as if he’s shifted social classes. Perhaps he can do this at will. There is a change evident in this man on the roof. I see him again as the man I first met some years ago brimming with confidence, and painting with a machete at AUT. Then he was making certain and assured gestures, cutting monochromatic lines into the canvas and creating an artwork, a tangible object and a commodity. In contrast when he was performing homelessness or living with pigs as endurance art he created temporal experiences for those around him. The signs and placards he made as a homeless artist weren’t kept and as far as I know he ate the pigs. These subordinate performances showcased an artist confident enough to shift his public standing so that through his actions he can reveal what remains hidden within his audience to his audience. In the show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What do you mean we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2012, as a homeless artist living off the donations of visitors to Te Tuhi he was both supported by some and hated by others. By simply being there, his performance polarised elements of the community of Te Tuhi and Pakuranga. His presence was enough to intensify feelings of unease amongst those who felt confronted. While his work with a machete in the medium of paint did add a new Polynesian dimension to a largely western tradition. As a homeless man, he was working in a medium that is far less subject to the classifications of scholarly analysis that allow for an understanding of its intricacies to be learnt. Rather they have to be experienced. Simply by being present he was able to trigger uneasy feelings in some, that is without provocation or insult. Throughout the exhibition ‘Uhila carried a council permit to show that he was allowed to be outside the gallery at night. At the end of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What do you mean we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, on the closing day when his permit had expired, police officers arrived. They asked for the permit and then proceeded to screw it up, telling him to move along. So while it seems that some things may simply return to how they were before, another truth is added to the works’ layers. On the opening night of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;More than we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; he will perform again, and at this stage this is as much as I know, I can only guess what will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/4ee208a9fc6e23f89ddef24586a35491/tumblr_inline_mklq4yFssa1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Early in 2013 I assisted Jeremy as he carried out another series of work. At this time the work is as yet untitled and yet to be shown. The work concerns New Zealand’s four statues of Queen Victoria. The statues are located in Auckland, Wellington, Christchurch and Dunedin. Filmed in four parts the work involves Leatinu’u sitting atop a ladder in front of each of these statues and spending time with the Queen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Whenever you see a ladder by a statue it could either mean that someone’s there to preserve it or to deface it. I’m doing neither.” (Leatinu’u)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The series shows that Leatinu’u acknowledges the statues as symbols of the complex historical and political expressions of British imperialism. Through the use of a ladder as both prop and symbol, Leatinu’u generates a subtle shift in power relations. While his position in relation to the ground does become elevated, it never lifts above that of the Queen. There is never a sense that his intention is to supersede her position in a way that would take make him more dominant - If that could ever be done? The work mimics the tradition of placing objects on plinths to elevate the object and refocus our perception of it away from the banal. The ladder performs the same function as the plinth. Through a working class object Leatinu’u is elevated so that we might watch and consider him as he himself is perhaps also considering his own relationship to the Queen. This is a layered meditation that operates in terms that seem to pivot around the notion of class. Leatinu’u has transversed these significant distances in order to sew the points on the colonial map together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/797e635c3b972778bb79dc2289ef8a4b/tumblr_inline_mklql6Bpqv1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/939005c75c22dc32b834d48139dc7c2b/tumblr_inline_mlz0npBkAy1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here I would speak briefly of the expressions of power that are all a part of colonial expansion. I would continue to talk about roads cut through pa sites, dawn raids and a rampant enactment of strategies of displacement. However I would speak from a position of seeing the traces of this juggernaut, without ever having directly felt its irrespective embrace. So I have issues around who it would be to best to engage in this discourse. But in the absence of others to speak, I would conjure them up in a text. Lets make this a cold language we’re speaking - in order to talk the properties of becoming colonized. Let’s take an imagined journey through the streets of Martinborough. A journey that was first highlighted in the work of Bob Jahnke’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ta te whenua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. In that work an aerial photograph reveals that the cities plan was designed with the union jack as its’ counterpoint. I’ve never been, so i must imagine that at this time there’s someone walking toward that center. And this is my point, I wonder if nearing that center if you get the sense of that overlay? Does standing at the convergence of those eight roads allow for some form of colonial revelation? Could they or we experience the extent of imperial vision in relation to the colonial project? This is where the performance artist arrives as key, in order that we might through observation and vicarious osmosis understand the complexity of a problem with further clarity. These questions will never be answered unless we go there, if we can. In this show both of these artists have either stood or will stand where we can’t. Where we don’t have access. They are doing what is needed in order to serve our ever growing understanding of what place can become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/46894545042</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/46894545042</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 13:34:00 +1300</pubDate></item><item><title>:( Aaaaaaaargghh!!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;:( Aaaaaaaargghh!! at Statements Art Gallery, Napier 2013.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/1cd9bb70fde43338c31bc39c88036844/tumblr_inline_mkerqzGiZr1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/46574916692</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/46574916692</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Mar 2013 19:11:21 +1300</pubDate></item><item><title>Matamata -  Rangituhia Hollis and Vaimaila Urale</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A pictorial look at the development of the Matamata project&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The first CNC Routed pool cues&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/8eaa395c7a7e353b23922eb5a548b91e/tumblr_inline_mkd4jmx3aI1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/19a6dd9bad35305ee6df033b85c041be/tumblr_inline_mkd4u9Ip6V1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/9bc5c00499f709e757b660418d87ce27/tumblr_inline_mkepdzbTT71qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Colour, Stain and Varnish Testing&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/033f32e7a579cf76eecf311a422ff7b4/tumblr_inline_mkd4x6AerZ1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/b102ffafdaec435d25afab81c65d5013/tumblr_inline_mkd55nq55a1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/6d6f75e69b07ad3c52fd2681b8f6d7ac/tumblr_inline_mkepg1PLA91qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gallery 1 Plan - Drawn up by Tim Chapman&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/40be7013dcffb1c30a14210be2668ed5/tumblr_inline_mke789eIpy1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Opening Night of Matamata at the Mangere Arts Centre&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/339ba5ea0aac420f53bcf7319396d870/tumblr_inline_mke7bhmoWB1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/19d2dab52223936fa2c39811dd92ed4a/tumblr_inline_mke7f9A0Ai1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/008fdbc025d808ceb5af59bdb8b60811/tumblr_inline_mke821ZqUO1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/bdeb5801bdf76ff727eda17075281527/tumblr_inline_mkecal3fvG1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/ee9ab734c6e143b90dfe7cabd061f21a/tumblr_inline_mkeozlf98H1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/aac9c8f98fe9264bafd43223c01e093f/tumblr_inline_mkep1wLFpI1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/ae5f960a68ea4de82c39c90d8ce53ff1/tumblr_inline_mkeprcVPN11qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/408a0ad38f4c8748074273d514baf1f2/tumblr_inline_mkepyfCsMm1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;From the Matamata Pool Comp&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/b1a182e12fb17f7cb7fa0187a22f6d87/tumblr_inline_mkem8iFwtC1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/8b02c0287d3818cbf4c08cdf001e4983/tumblr_inline_mkemnePaKJ1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/421be5d010c0daf50b316a6830293683/tumblr_inline_mkemuh2GVe1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/bb430e5819384813d8aa582698e6b7ab/tumblr_inline_mkemwsXdTF1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/23249c5ee15b28027cfccc0319dee549/tumblr_inline_mken3fgoR91qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/871fdda1955071b9ae601ef7e4eef379/tumblr_inline_mken5qFd5G1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/ffca1c0d4d74be26c1667f36db9b60f3/tumblr_inline_mkenchFm9I1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/55249b6a790f563c898239979f4a3fbd/tumblr_inline_mkenhtXBtQ1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/d781c6561eabdc15cedda9b83caa4571/tumblr_inline_mkenmjyuyC1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/9cf1155c8d817430209929e963e5f47c/tumblr_inline_mkenpfSf8r1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/261394b45a07f0c072a36f10a9021748/tumblr_inline_mkeor4NiTG1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/e9224dbd1511d54518a3ef89d57f8d77/tumblr_inline_mkeotb9vr11qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sole survivors - Winners of the Matamata Pool Comp&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/f9dba4f62e59962145391c5f766b2256/tumblr_inline_mkeovp8gIE1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/92f88afe1c5e6cecf5d0c5aa072faa7d/tumblr_inline_mkeppdjTzf1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/46573454852</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/46573454852</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Mar 2013 18:43:27 +1300</pubDate></item><item><title>- 2013</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/993ccb84c6c8b3e699ea1977909016c5/tumblr_inline_mi1rl10tBh1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/ac1e95702c261164f6addeeffa9c99eb/tumblr_inline_mi1rhsVoAs1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/42830975742</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/42830975742</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2013 21:32:39 +1300</pubDate></item><item><title>Frank Fu and the Bullshit and Boring Art World</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2kfi27kQn1qd593y.png"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Welcome to the bullshit and boring art world.” (Fu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;In an intervention to the opening speeches of “Don’t misbehave” - the 2006 Christchurch Biennial -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Frank Fu interceded the perfunctory rituals of the night as a means to elucidate the Biennials part in a “commodified revolution” (Fu). Pushing his way to the front of the stage, past other speakers Fu delivered a speech that no-one apart himself and his Videographer had prepared for. Frank Fu introduced a construct that he calls the “capitalist game” to outline the hierarchies of the hegemonic system that produces such an event (Fu). Those attending were also thanked for their complicity in supporting the system. Anyone who has ever attended an opening night and stood through the speeches will most likely appreciate the conventional protocols of naming all the relevant players; which typically flows from the top down, for example corporate sponsors, to patrons, curators and so on down the line to installation staff and visitors. So in that regard Fu respected some conventions, his welcome not so different to the prescribed line:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“This is called the capitalist game, which is we have ‘the Man’, which is Art and Industries Biennial Trust and then we have the curator who works for the Man. And then we have the Artist who produces things ready to be selected. Once they have been selected by an extension of the process they have be selected as well, thus they becoming special or lucky. The Curator really becomes the pimp. After selected they choose Artist and they put Artist inside or outside the invisible cage. And then also ask them what their going to do, incase the Artist is going to do something stupid or unexpected&amp;#8230;Curator traps the Artist, the Misbehavior and the revolution really becomes the commodified revolution. So after finished Artists bring their commodified revolution to the dealer galleries and then together save the resistance. What a pathetic, its just bullshit&amp;#8230;Thank you for sponsoring the bullshit and boring art events” (Fu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2kfk1oOmQ1qd593y.png"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;While Fu offers no solutions to improve the flow of power relations, Fu identifies what he thinks that the audience that needs to hear. Asking them to both question their place in a system and their own desires to be accepted and advance in the capitalist game. He doesn’t antagonize the crowd beyond any reasonable expectations getting them to question the implications of their desires is enough. His talk is brief and met with raucous applause. He has trapped the audience, the curators and the &amp;#8216;Man&amp;#8217; inside a schema that overlays the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Biennial as if it were a contracting subset of rampant capitalistic excess. Does he need to offer anything beyond that? Pointing out the Emperor is naked is a good enough start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;view the intervention here: &lt;a href="http://www.frankfuart.com/projects/thing3.htm"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/33548333698</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/33548333698</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2012 18:16:12 +1300</pubDate></item><item><title>an attempt at the impossible act of grafting a native tree onto...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EWAvpYbQVBI?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;an attempt at the impossible act of grafting a native tree onto an exotic.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/32772406716</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/32772406716</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 13:44:11 +1300</pubDate></item><item><title>Untitled (After Rakaihautu) 2012
Shannon Te Ao and Iain...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-A_FS4VEobM?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untitled (After Rakaihautu) &lt;/strong&gt;2012&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Shannon Te Ao and Iain Frengley&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Single channel video&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Merit award winner,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;National Contemporary Art Award 2012,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Waikato Museum Te Whare Taonga&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon Te Ao, an interview with Anna-Marie White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tēnā koe Shannon.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;You have recently moved to Nelson.  Where are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tēnā koe Anna-Marie. Yes, I have recently re-located from Auckland where I have been living and working for the last few years. I was born in Sydney and did most of my growing up there before re-locating to New Zealand permanently in 2004. My father from Taupo, met my mother who is Australian in Sydney after leaving home when he was about 17 and so I have connections to both countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;  When I came here, I was welcomed onto the marae at Whakatu as a manuhiri (visitor) and was brought over to the tangata whenua (host) side.  After this ritual welcome, I was no longer considered ‘waewae tapu’ - a newcomer.  Waewae tapu is also a word for exploration.  Raikaihautu was the first explorer of Te Wai Pounamu and is described as having circumnavigated the island and beaten the earth with his kō (digging stick).  The Nelson Lakes are recognised as the result of these actions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Might we consider your performance as an enacted ritual that expresses both definitions of waewae tapu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The performance itself correlates with the history of Rakaihautu and my own. So, in that sense the work carries an inherent duality. Initially, I envisaged the work as a kind of temporary monument or memorial to Rakaihautu. The actions that contribute to the performance explore my own immediate, physical response to both  histories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;  The Foreshore and Seabed controversy started in this region; arguably the most important political issue concerning Maori in recent times.  Given this, it seems significant that you have chosen to beat the mud of the tidal estuary.  Was this your intention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The specific location for the performance was determined as the closest position to that of Rakaihautu’s actual landing.  The site and the performance both address models of understanding a place through our physical relationship to the land. This would seem to be fundamental in relation to discussion around the Foreshore and Seabed debate. The nature of the tidal estuary itself is of a transitional, temporal space. Metaphorically, ideal for ongoing dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;  I have always interpreted the beating action of Rakaihautu as exploratory surgery - as though he was probing and checking out the land.  You are giving the estuary a full on beating and if I were to attribute a style to this work, I would call it Expressionistic.  What was going on there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We have tried to capture and present a range of different actions within the performance. I would describe them all as exploratory but further to that I would add gestural and temporal among other descriptives. In the sense that these might describe stylistc traits akin to Expressionism seems fitting up to a point. Where Expressionistic responses to art-making are historically attributed to a subjective perspective, one of our aims with this work was to use the history of Rakaihautu to expand upon purely subjective readings. This work is the result of historical research and artistic response - informed and immediate as opposed to emotional and intuitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29816037192</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29816037192</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 19:05:00 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>Penitoa Finau, Mangere a series.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8zw5n4iNq1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8zw60q4nb1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8zw6dg5WC1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8zw6t8fNn1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29749685045</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29749685045</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2012 21:11:00 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>-</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8y7nvZPC01qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A cliched and limited example of binary thinking as it relates to race relations, or at least a one sided representation of Maori by a conservative media.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29685149241</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29685149241</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2012 23:24:09 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>
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Nicholas Galanin
Who we are 2006
Video (4.22 mins)
Nicholas...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lF49l7S6FyM?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div id="watch-description-text"&gt;
&lt;p id="eow-description"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nicholas Galanin&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who we are &lt;/strong&gt;2006&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Video (4.22 mins)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.7683559200965995"&gt;Nicholas Galanin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Artist Statement 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Culture cannot be contained as it unfolds. My art enters this stream at many different points, looking backwards, looking forwards, generating its own sound and motion. I am inspired by generations of Tlingit creativity and contribute to this wealthy conversation through active curiosity. There is no room in this exploration for the tired prescriptions of the “Indian Art World” and its institutions. Through creating I assert my freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Concepts drive my medium. I draw upon a wide range of indigenous technologies and global materials when exploring an idea. Adaptation and resistance, lies and exaggeration, dreams, memories and poetic views of daily life—these themes recur in my work, taking form through sound, texture, and image. Inert objects spring back to life; kitsch is reclaimed as cultural renewal; dancers merge ritual and rap. I am most comfortable not knowing what form my next idea will take, a boundless creative path of concept-based motion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29684065898</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29684065898</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2012 22:34:00 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>-
Mr Perfect
Movement 2012
Ink drawing</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8xsi6sC441qdbnmuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mr Perfect&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement&lt;/strong&gt; 2012&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ink drawing&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29675956036</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29675956036</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2012 17:56:30 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>Jeremy Leatinu’u, a catalogue of recent work.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8xilrTSOP1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tight Rope &lt;/strong&gt;2011&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8xinoJswa1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Public Observations &lt;/strong&gt;2010&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8xiktodOx1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8ximjrS3A1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Welcome Project &lt;/strong&gt;2010&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8xiojALhH1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Covers &lt;/strong&gt;2009&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8xiwkpxj01qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cutting The Grass &lt;/strong&gt;2008&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29663747980</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29663747980</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2012 14:36:00 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>-
Puehu Whanau
The New Zealand Post, Stamps Centre 2012
Single...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_1bB9to8Fa4?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Puehu Whanau&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;The New Zealand Post, Stamps Centre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Single channel video (3.46 mins)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29547617367</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/29547617367</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2012 00:15:00 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>-
Daniel Campbell-Macdonald
The Red Flag 2011
Single channel...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aqocCiQP-v0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Daniel Campbell-Macdonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Red Flag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Single channel video (1.32 mins, looped) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Red Flag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;is a sound and video work that creates a Marxist critique of consumerism, class and ideology in a New Zealand cultural context.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The sole visual motif is a tatty red flag flapping against an overcast sky.  A red flag is a symbol of socialism, communism and left-wing politics generally.  This red flag, however, advertises The Warehouse in Whanganui; one of a nationwide chain of discount department stores.  While The Warehouse slogan “where everyone gets a bargain” appeals to the masses, its cheap imported goods, easy return policies, and flexible finance terms belies The Warehouse’s reputation as the site of working class consumerism in New Zealand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The soundtrack is a compilation of songs set to the sixteenth century German folk tune, ‘Lauriger Horatius.’  This is better known as the modern Christmas carol ‘O Tannenbaum’ or the English language version, ‘O Christmas Tree.’  Different versions of the song are sampled, from Nat King Cole to the 1980s West German Euro-disco group Boney M.  These are mixed with a raspy rendition with whistle accompaniment of ‘The Red Flag.’   This is a left-wing protest song associated with industrial workers unions and socialist political groups including the British and Irish (SDLP) Labour Party.  Interestingly, it is mostly sung to the tune of ‘Lauriger Horatius.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;The people’s flag is deepest red, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;It shrouded oft our martyr’d dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Their hearts’ blood dyed its ev’ry fold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then raise the scarlet standard high, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Within its shade we’ll live and die, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll keep the red flag flying here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;By focusing on the shared tune of ‘Lauriger Horatius’, The Red Flag bends the spectrum of economic ideology to bring capitalism into stark contrast with socialism.   Through reference to the red flag of left wing politics and The Warehouse advertising, this art work simply compares the ideals of egalitarian economics with the exploitation of capitalist models.  The New Zealand economic context also recalls the history of imports and consumerist initiatives which protected (and restricted) local markets.   Moreover, the rise of ‘The Red Flag’ from the distortion of ‘pop’ carols acts as a political statement – a call to action – against the consumerist excesses and crisis symbolised by the Christmas ritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/28976644634</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/28976644634</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2012 23:55:00 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>This Must Be The Place.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Curator Jeremy Leatinu’u&amp;#8217;s text accompanying the exhibition:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This must be the place&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;St Pauls Street Gallery, AUT 2012.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;all images are sourced from artsdiary.co.nz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artsdiary.co.nz/bt16/564/17.html"&gt;www.artsdiary.co.nz/bt16/564/17.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fcyzD81k1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fczcePpJ1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fczoZ1VT1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fd0fz6S01qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fd0u0a4J1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fd15Rqyu1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fd1kf1oR1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fd1zAry21qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8fd29q5mj1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;This must be the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; showcases the work of ten tertiary art students of Pacific heritage, who confidently journey the challenging physical and conceptual landscapes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;postcolonial New Zealand. Exploring the reconstruction of place and culture through colonisation and migration their works reveal the politics and subjectivities of being Pacific Island in Auckland, New Zealand/Aotearoa. The fifth annual Tautai Contemporary Pacific Arts Trust exhibition includes a range of mediums from photography, installation, sculpture and moving image all made this year. Contemporary art from students of four tertiary institutions including AUT University, Elam University of Auckland, Unitec and Whitecliffe College of Arts and Design are represented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Notions of &lt;em&gt;Place&lt;/em&gt; are a point of arrival and exploration for many of these Pacific artists.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For Salome Tanuvasa it is more specific and includes her surrounding environment in Panmure, Auckland. &lt;em&gt;Remembrance, Sub junction &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Transit&lt;/em&gt; collectively examine current urban development occurring in the artist’s local community. &lt;em&gt;Expensive movements&lt;/em&gt; is a humbling depiction of the hard working ethic of Pacific factory workers and hotel staff and their long contribution that has benefited this country’s economy. Tanuvasa calls upon key urban and economic decision makers to take caution as urban development decisions impact on both the community and the landscape and the results are difficult to reverse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Giving name to place has become an area for examination by Cordelle Feau. &lt;em&gt;Vivid divisions &lt;/em&gt;consist of a 120-page document outlining Maori and English names given to places in Aotearoa New Zealand. Feau’s methodical approach to crossing out all English place names in black vivid indicates resistance towards the historical processes undertaken during this country’s period of colonisation. A number of mattresses accompany the text, offering visitors a space to contemplate many of the place names we know today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Seeking to revalue conversation and historical events through the publication of words is a process undertaken by Alana Lopesi. &lt;em&gt;Reading room&lt;/em&gt; makes available to the public written material addressing concerns raised by many Pacific people living in Aotearoa/New Zealand and more recently the Advance Pasifika movement. Complimenting this material and providing a wider context to the concerns raised, are varied published research material about the history of Pacific people living in Aotearoa/New Zealand.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Identifying significant elements within a selection of locations is a process of discovery for Talia Smith.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;This must be the place&lt;/em&gt; is a large photographic exploration of the traces, marks, memories and histories left on public and private spaces. For Smith the importance lies in examining the present condition of these sites, in order to reflect upon the possible histories that may have taken place within these undisclosed locations. &lt;em&gt;This must be the place &lt;/em&gt;as a title for the exhibition then suggests a consistent search for a place to belong, not realising the location of this place has been in front of us all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shifting from public space to a more private setting we arrive to the photographic work of Anita Jacobsen. &lt;em&gt;Outside my bedroom window&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Silent Erosion&lt;/em&gt; reveal interior and exterior spaces of the home. Both attempt to capture a sense of reality, one that is not shared by images of interior and exterior spaces of show homes and related magazines. &lt;em&gt;Self-portrait #1 and #2&lt;/em&gt; features an autobiographical diptych featuring the artist in the private space of her bedroom. Dialogue is shared between images, exploring notions of the self and the societal influences of personal desire and preference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Louisa Afoa expresses her own personal experiences and that of her siblings in &lt;em&gt;Louisa, Samuel &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Josephina&lt;/em&gt;. Afoa utilises moving image to openly discuss the politics of language, contemporary visual appearance and a growing sense of awareness through social media as a reflection of hybrid culture and identity.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether the affects are seen as positive or negative, it is certain such influences play a significant role in shaping the identity of many young Pacific people living in Aotearoa/New Zealand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Exploring similar themes of unease and isolation within set cultural structure is implicit in the work &lt;em&gt;Be-coming&lt;/em&gt; by Pilimi Manu. The complex and delicate make up of set cultural structure is metaphorically represented through intricate wall drawings of scrupulous line and unfurling openings. Feelings of tension and fragility are observed with more than 1000 rubber band pieces joined together. With both ends pinned and mounted any added pressure will easily see the form snap in two.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The complexities of unpacking culture can be a very arduous undertaking, but as seen in the works created by Manu can also be visually mesmerising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shifting contemporary views of cultural value, practice and knowledge is artist Aaron Unasa. &lt;em&gt;Untitled (Tuiga) &lt;/em&gt;fuses a range of discarded commercial products to create contemporary interpretations of Tuiga; a traditional Pacific headpiece. These contemporary interpretations of prestigious cultural items not only refer to the sacrifices made by Pacific people during periods of emigration, but also comment on an increasing move towards Western influence over traditional cultural items and lifestyle, once the move has been made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everyday domestic objects are made apparent and become reflections of cultural heritage and personal experiences for Chris Ryan. In &lt;em&gt;Matariki mental gardening&lt;/em&gt;, cast copies of bed legs among other familiar domestic objects become symbols of family, each masculine in form and seemingly identical, yet unique through their slight imperfections and material make up. Suspended at eye level is a banana box, collaged and animated with blue fabric eyes, evoking both a sense of empathy and affirmation in its unusual visual features. Over time these objects no longer merely serve domestic purposes, but rather become reflections of pragmatic representation of the artist’s Irish and Samoan heritage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Working within relational conventions, Cora-Allan Wickliffe binds traditional spaces with contemporary situations. Heritage, traditional art practice, namely the making of Sivaevae, and collaboration with indigenous artists inform a series of works titled &lt;em&gt;Sivaevae conversations&lt;/em&gt;. Shared knowledge through conversation and collaborative art practice opens an opportunity for building and strengthening relationships between different communities and sustaining indigenous culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;As a reflection of place and time, &lt;em&gt;This must be the place&lt;/em&gt; presents a very firm awareness of location and identity within the Pacific. This generation of emerging contemporary artists has confidently put forth their own conclusions and findings in relation to the past histories before them, affirming and cementing their own position within an uncertain and sometimes strenuous landscape.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the curator of this exhibition I take encouragement from the exhibiting artists and the themes they have explored. They provide refreshing and challenging perspectives that exist and deserve to be acknowledged. Affirmed and cemented, finally, we have found this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/28902117317</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/28902117317</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2012 22:31:00 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>D.A.N.C.E Art Club Kava Session, a response.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8as4hxf5T1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8as43wmvf1qd593y.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;When D.A.N.C.E Art Club recently welcomed all comers to Snake Pits’ Galleries, I was one of many seated in the Kava circle awaiting my chance to celebrate. After each large kava bowl was exhausted, each circle would disperse. Then another large bowl would be filled and a new circle would group together allowing for new participants. The first kava circle grew and grew, shuffling outward till it filled the gallery space to its capacity. The rounds began with the Kava-Mixer speaking with the Kava-Server. The kava would be poured for the Server who would edge the outside of the circle and arrive to give the bowl to someone in the circle. It was Dances’ gift for us all, that each bowl given carried with it the gift of speech – in that each recipient was given the opportunity to address the group before partaking. This wasn’t simply relational aesthetics with kava. We existed for a time as apart of a contemporary interpretation of a customary practice that overlaid and rendered the gallery ceremonial ground. The best articulation of the night lay in the culmination of words of acknowledgement given by those before they took the kava bowl to their lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://danceartclub.co.nz/"&gt;http://danceartclub.co.nz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/28781704629</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/28781704629</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 07:42:00 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>Painting studies - Rangituhia Hollis</title><description>&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7x4ht4CkN1qd593y.png"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7x4h2wRTp1qd593y.png"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7x4ipCWMc1qd593y.png"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7x4j8qiQk1qd593y.png"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/28259295185</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/28259295185</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 23:04:00 +1200</pubDate></item><item><title>Talalelei Sua’ilua’s Beyond the Front Gates</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ab8q_xzqmn0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talalelei Sua’ilua’s &lt;strong&gt;Beyond the Front Gates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/27826234824</link><guid>http://puehu.tumblr.com/post/27826234824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2012 21:35:26 +1200</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
