Monthly Archives: August 2010

355 – The Power of Tea

355 – The Power of Tea

Wrinkles are the tattoos we wear made with ink mixed from blood and charcoal made from the tree of life. How often in life do you …

 

354 – Scooter

354 – Scooter

If I was a little kid, I think I’d be ready to give this scooter a blast, even thought the park looks like it could …

 

353 – Overnight

353 – Overnight

Mud kicked off Eddie’s boots stuck like brown shit to the bleached strainer post. With one eye on the leaden clouds he flicked himself over …

 

352 – Looking for the face

352 – Looking for the face

From mirror after mirror, No vanity’s displayed: I’m looking for the face I had Before the world was made. — W. B. Yeats Peter Trevelyan’s Mimetic Brotherhood definitely looks …

 

351 – Dragon gates

351 – Dragon gates

Dragon gates? Maybe the designer was inspired by the sword blade cabbage tree leaves, or by palms, or ferns or who knows – to me …

 

350 – Stretching, reaching

350 – Stretching, reaching

These sculptures down on post office square always entertain me. The shining stainless steel reflect the blue neon and the lights from the surrounding buildings. …

 

349 – Holding on

349 – Holding on

This nation was built by men who took risks – pioneers who were not afraid of the wilderness, business men who were not afraid of …

 

348 – Orinoco flows

348 – Orinoco flows

Wellington has a very good selection of sculpture on display in public settings. This water and neon sculpture isn’t especially thrilling during the daylight, but …

 

347 – Flying friendly skies

347 – Flying friendly skies

Periodically I have to travel as part of my job. I clamber on board an aircraft and away we go. Simple as that. I still …

 

346 – Dessert Island

346 – Dessert Island

I prefer to regard a dessert as I would imagine the perfect woman: subtle, a little bittersweet, not blowsy and extrovert. Delicately made …