What’s On
Edith Amituanai and Sione Tuívailala Monū: Toloa Tales
New video works trace migratory threads across Te Moana-nui-a-Kiwa as the artists return to their ancestral homeland.
Marilynn Webb: Folded in the Hills
A major survey exhibition of Ngāpuhi, Te Roroa and Ngāti Kahu artist Marilynn Webb.
From Here on the Ground
Populated places and cityscapes converge with backyards, factories and remote railway stops. Open now!
Open 7 days, 10am - 5pm
Late night Wednesday until 9pm
Free entry, free wifi
When is a dog a mouse?
Throughout the centuries man has delighted in creating representations of his canine companions.
Surrealism lives (beside the red zone)
If you've done your Modern Art 101, then you'll probably remember the famous line of Comte de Lautréamont (aka Isidore Ducasse) that inspired Andre Breton and Co. back in the heady early days of Surrealism. 'As beautiful', Lautréamont wrote, 'as the chance encounter on an ironing board of a sewing machine and an umbrella.'
Huntsbury Press
The Gallery was very fortunate to receive a collection of books from Leo Bensemann's library this week.
Eye worms
One nice thing about art is that it's not locked down to the physical location in which you first encounter it. Once it's in your head, you can take it anywhere...
Aw, bless their little aerosol-coated hearts
Let it not be said that Christchurch's vandals, ahem, street artists, lack a sense of community spirit.
Scenes from an install
In Felicity's introduction to Julia Morison's soon-opening show, she calls the works 'nothings and somethings, odds and ends, endings and beginnings'. They're all in play – along with odds and ends of other kinds – in these shots from the install-in-progress. And yes, you sharp-eyed spotters of things Gothic, that's the word 'Macabre' on Scott's shirt...
Room with a (hell of a) view
There are some intriguing things to look at in Julia Morison's show, Meet me on the other side, opening next week in the NG building over on the east side of the red zone.
The Boulevard of Broken Art
Well before the earthquakes, Christchurch had a reputation as a tough town for public art. The city's public spaces are haunted by the ghosts of several major sculptures that never made it to completion. And several local sculptors still carry some psychological scar tissue from their forays into the public realm.