Take yourself on a flight of fancy with Wayne Youle's latest exhibition Look Mum No Hands.
Bringing the Soul
As an eleven-year-old boy from Whāngarei, sent to live in Yaldhurst with my aunt in the late seventies, Christchurch was a culture shock. Arriving in New Zealand’s quintessential ‘English city’, I remember well the wide landscapes and manicured colonial built environment. It was very pretty but also very monocultural, with no physical evidence of current or former Māori occupation or cultural presence, or at least none that I could appreciate at that time.
I always admired people who were talented at art, who could tell a story, or sculpt something amazing or make you think or aspire to something else. That’s maybe why I like art – it makes me learn, discover and imagine. I visit galleries in NZ and overseas because they’re representative of the culture of that place …