There was something about the light this morning that made the mountain seem especially majestic. What an incredible sight to behold while going about the morning’s chores…enough to make you just pause and consider the incredible thing that is nature.
It is a painting…The weight of water. But as much as I love painting, I also love photography. And I love combining them in new ways. So, this is a photo of my painting…but not a copy of the original painting. It is something else that is new, exciting and familiar but strange and different.
It certainly is a striking building. And in the early evening it looked positively mesmerizing. Hopefully all our American visitors for this weekend’s AmeriCARna Festival are enjoying our lovely city and scenes such as this, as much as many locals are admiring their classic American cars touring tonight in our city.
I went to the Len Lye Centre yesterday. It is a stunning and frequently photographed building on the exterior. Inside the gallery was a collection of some of his works and some other collections….including several items from one of my favourite artists…Colin Mc Cahon. But what really struck me as the most beautiful and stunning art in the building…was the building! It’s gracious, smooth, very tall curved concrete walls and the slips of light peeking through between some panels was the most beautiful art of all.
The mountain…indigo sky and a mountain silhouette…the mountain shimmering, the snow highlighted and glistening in in the final moments of the place between twilight and total darkness…
A creatively modified photograph inspired by night time views of the mountain, it’s winter snow covering and the lovely night sky and a shadowy landscape.
Orchids are quite contradictory. They look exotic, appear fragile, are expensive and are apparently notoriously difficult to grow…especially where I live, an area known for its frequently rainfall, salt laden sea air and crisp mountain breezes. And yet, in a tiny corner in my garden where my roses and blueberries always fail, my very neglected orchid plant has again blossomed for the second time ever. And… not one, not two…. but incredibly four stems dripping full of gorgeous orchid buds. This one I cut and have brought indoors to enjoy.
So they may appear exotic, fragile, hard to grow and expensive, but in a little corner of Taranaki they are growing, quite literally, like a common weed! Not exotic or expensive, not fragile, not hard to grow….and I am thrilled to bits.
There is something about lights, movement and darkness that captivates me. I love the sense of drama, the movement that is captured – a fleeting moment in time and the abstract quality of this image. What is it? What ever you see or what ever you feel, that is what it is. Simple.
It is certainly going to be interesting!
Reflections of the church buildings across the road… as seen on the first of many stainless steel curving panels forming the exterior of our new contemporary art gallery and Len Lye centre. It’s currently under construction in our city centre – not without controversy I might add.
Will it last? Will it stay shiny? Will it rust in our sea and salt laden air? Will it blind drivers and pedestrians? Will it get too hot? What will our high rainfall do to it over time? Who knows…certainly not me….but who cannot fall in love with the idea of a unique, original, elegant building? I personally cannot wait to see how it looks finished. There is a place in cities for protecting heritage and old buildings and there is also a place for new and innovative approaches and fresh, risk taking ideas…the best cities celebrate both!
It was time to get out. A long beach walk in the middle of winter seemed sensible. So that is what we did…we gathered up four kids who had spent all morning staring at various screens, two soccer balls, one camera and headed out into the brisk winter air for an afternoon at a beach not far from our home.
We had a great game of beach football, we walked and walked, had running races, jumped streams, collected shells, wrote our names in the sand, one even played in the water (even in July!). Two of us carried shoes, jackets, shirts and the collected shells. After hours on the beach, we were all a bit cold, a bit tired, but happy, laughing and sandy as we headed home.
I felt recharged and reconnected and really alive. The fog has started to clear and as it did, I saw the most beautiful view right there in front of me. A sign, I think.