Notes
Snap

Snap

They call it the 'yellow volkswagen effect': once you see one, you see them everywhere. It's been a little like that for me following Justin Paton's short-lived, terrific and – it turns out – strangely prescient exhibition De-Building, which opened to great acclaim on 5 February and closed forever on 22 February, for obvious, afore-mentioned reasons.

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Danger: Art!

Danger: Art!

The CCC/CERA workers occupying the Gallery are clearly not underestimating the powers of our femme fatale in bronze, Ex Tenebris Lux.

Exhibition

Scott Flanagan: Do You Remember Me Like I Do?

Including a wishing well and mirror painstakingly woven from reflective black VHS tape, Scott Flanagan's latest installation considers the surprisingly elusive nature of civic memory.

Notes
Some things never change

Some things never change

One of the good things (yes, surprisingly there are a few) about being closed is that staff are doing all kinds of interesting behind-the-scenes tasks.

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This Blog is Starting to Smell

This Blog is Starting to Smell

The Portaloos are leaving! According to recent reports, the City Council plans to have the trusty units off our streets in a couple of months. And everyone seems to agree that that's good news.

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And let it begin with me

And let it begin with me

September 21 is the International Day of Peace, first celebrated by the United Nations thirty years ago today.

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Aw bless

Aw bless

If you work in an office, you are probably familiar with the boxes of books and other items that are left for inspection and possible purchase by an anonymous salesperson. Here at the Gallery, we're not immune...

Notes
E. Raphael Gully’s Pleasure Garden

E. Raphael Gully’s Pleasure Garden

This brilliant take on the Pleasure Garden incident appeared in the Nag's Head Press's Bookie No.2 in 1950.

Collection
Mother

Joe Sheehan Mother

Walking on Mākara Beach near Te Whanganui-a-Tara / Wellington in 2008, sculptor Joe Sheehan found a crushed plastic milk bottle and a large greywacke stone. Here he combines those forms, transforming the age-old stone into a piece of throwaway rubbish. Its crushed, twisted body seems to reflect the pressure of human contact with the land. Formed over millions of years, the original stone has lost all sense of weight and substance. Empty, out-of-place and surplus to requirements, it is far easier to dismiss and discard.

(Te Wheke, 2020)

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