Christchurch Art Gallery Te Puna o Waiwhetū

Kā Whakatauraki: The Promises

A landmark exhibition bringing together the ten Ngāi Tahu land sale purchase deeds.

Kā Kaupapa o te Wā
What’s On

Raymond McIntyre: A Modernist View

Dynamic and progressive paintings and woodcuts from one of Aotearoa’s New Zealand foremost modernist artists.

Living Archives

Archives that tell stories about artists and history in Aotearoa

Whāia te Taniwha

Māori artists consider the enduring relevance of taniwha in Aotearoa.

E tuwhera ana te wharetoi i kā rā e 7 o te wiki, 10am - 5pm
Ka tuwhera ki te 9pm i kā pō Wenerei

Open 7 days, 10am - 5pm
Late night Wednesday until 9pm

Uruka utukore, ahokore utukore

Free entry, free wifi

Kā Whakaaturaka me kā Taiopeka katoa
All Exhibitions and Events

Mōhiohio mā te Manuhiri
Visitor Info

I’ll pretend I’m writing this from Rome. I’ll pretend that I am still in my studio at the British school, the grey dusty floors that are never clean, my collected pebbles from the tennis court all over the floor. Small offcuts of marble; pastel greens, pinks and glittery whites collected near the Basilica di San Lorenzo leaning against the walls and in the sink.

Continued

Commentary

Te Wheke: Pathways Across Oceania

Every few years, the curatorial team at Christchurch Art Gallery Te Puna o Waiwhetū embarks on a major rehang of the first-floor collection area. It’s no small undertaking finding fresh ways to combine long-held, well-known works and new acquisitions, looking for combinations that will offer compelling viewing, immersive storytelling and intellectual engagement to our wide and evolving visitor base. This time, director Blair Jackson added another dimension to our task, challenging us to reimagine the physical orientation of the spaces to encourage visitors to interact with the architecture in a completely different way.

Continued

My Favourite

Jacqueline Fahey's Mother and daughter quarrelling

I first encountered Jacqueline Fahey’s Mother and daughter quarrelling (1977)—in reproduced form—in Art History class during my final year at Shirley Boys’ High. We’d just entered the new millennium and at some point amid that final year our entire form group lost access to our senior common room for a week because a couple of boys had sellotaped a selection of pages from some off-brand Penthouse onto the roll-up projector screen that hung from the ceiling. That’s just to give you an idea of the prevalent gender politics of the time and place.

Continued