What’s On
Leo Bensemann: Paradise Garden
A collection of Leo Bensemann’s extraordinary Mohua Golden Bay landscape paintings.
Edwards + Johann: Mutabilities—propositions to an unknown universe
Transformation, unpredictability and magic happen when unrelated worlds meet.
He Kapuka Oneone – A Handful of Soil
Exploring the relationship between tākata and whenua – people and land – through Aotearoa New Zealand’s art history.
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I Enter the Pyramid
When I was younger, my father had always told me about this one pyramid in Egypt. It had held a beautiful vase which cost millions of dollars. And the person who had it would be famous.....
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The Future is Me
That deep colour of green, splayed out over the land as far as the eye can see, is dancing in the wind against a backdrop of blue and white. That beauty is mesmerizing, until you notice the ugly grey mass in the distance, its long cooling towers spewing out cloud-clad creations. It may not look all that bad to a passer-by or someone with no sense of nature's purity, but I know exactly how disgusting that sight is.
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Suzette
I had arrived at the train station roughly an hour and a half early. It was a frosty morning and my hands felt like ice blocks. I had that nervous gut feeling again. I peered at my army uniform and pressed down the creases, war was certainly not wanted on my agenda today.
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Lizard's Lounge
I stumbled into their lair on accident, and found myself in a madhouse of reptilian decree. I immediately froze, in a vain hope they had not noticed me in my peculiarity, but my attempts were feeble, I had been seen. I felt a cold sweat and a shiver ran down my spine as they glared at me with beady black eyes from a nebulous of smoke and dust that choked the room. I was their intruder. One of the lizards mockingly hissed a welcome, 'Please take a seat, you look weary.'
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Eternal Gaze
At the hot forge, I thought of her face frozen in time... a perfect oil painting, every stroke, every colour ... so serene as she fell, the wind dancing around her dress and hair, momentarily turning her into an angel, then the crack of water breaking apart to let her descend into the depths of the sea, disappearing forever from sight.
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The Gnomes of Virook
The smell of molten metal filled the caverns, the smelter working overtime. Sweat dripped from many rows as the forge was manned without end, the echoes of hammer on anvil continuing well on into the night. The miners laboured tirelessly to bring new materials. No one could sleep. There was only one week left. They were all preparing for the day of Black Rain.
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Ronnie’s Proclamation
Before a vast crowd assembled in the street before him, the might leader Ronnie van Hout salutes to the crowd and sky, his arm stiff and huge above his body. While his little black eyes wince in the sun his face is screwed up in concentration and the crowd are roaring in approval and adulation.
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Christchurch Art Gallery Facade
A giant spaceship landed on a plateau
The reflection of a tornado.
An ocean of transparent glass waves
A sleeping dragon lying on the ground
An ice block kissed by the sun, beaming!
The inner can see you outside.
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Why Gnomes Came To Christchurch and Why They Stayed
'John, Robert, I have a job for you.' The male human looks small and puny next to my brother's large frame. He continues, undaunted by our size. 'How would you like to get a job in the city? The pay is good, and you wouldn't need to do anything other than stand still and let people stare at you.'
