There is a place in Christchurch called NG that sits alone on the double lane one way 'Madras'. It didn't used to be a standalone buiding. It has kept us slightly sane here in Otautahi - thankfully offering a temporary space for the Christchurch Art Gallery (as well as a permanent space for The National and NG Boutique). And right here, right now, it is home to Michael Parakowhai's phenomenal post Venice Biennale show: On First Looking at Chapman's Homer.
I poppped up there this evening at 10 to 5.... to see some extra special light shining through his beautifully carved Steinway...
its keys all lined up....
extreme detail of his story telling.....
guts and all...
bronze cast olive trees...
..and - oh look. Thats me on the piano (my - what posture)!
The window through to the Red Zone, and my favourite part of his work of art...
...the bulls. I could look at those bulls forever, and will do for the next month.
This, in its first showing in NZ, has brought lightness, beauty and warmth to the city. And the city seems 'crazy perfect' as its gallery - so right in our topsy turvy state!
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