This month marks thirty years since the South African rugby team began its controversial 'Springbok' tour of New Zealand in the face of widespread and growing protest.

Let's talk titles again.

Not titles of paintings this time, but whole survey shows. Your life as an artist is being summed up in one exhibition, and what are you going to call it?

One of the strangest things about Christchurch's post-quake afterlife is how quiet and empty those once-bustling central city streets have become.

Close readers of this blog might have noticed that many of us – curators, teachers, public programmes folk, visitor hosts – are not in our usual offices but instead rubbing shoulders in the Gallery's library. And naturally, we're glad to see visitors. But a week or so ago the human residents of the library were thoroughly upstaged by – what do you know – a book. Or rather 'the book', because that's what visitors called it when they came in for a viewing. Its reputation preceded it.

Obviously, there doesn't really need to be a reason for putting up an image as dazzling as this, but: today is National Poetry Day.