Don't get me wrong, the two days prior to them were spent swanning around New Zealand's capitol( political and cultural, it would seem) Wellington, enjoying all that such places entail these days: Galleries, exhibitions, museums, groovy shops, interesting architecture, great views, good coffee, better food, lots of people in black , smokers,students, street art and witty signs everywhere.I felt like I had straw in my hair and mud on my boots, a banjo somewhere in my bag.
I went to the Te Papa Museum and set the alarms off( it appears my scrutiny was closer than the alarms felt necessary). Actually, I did this a few times until a wonderful host called Dennis came over and spent the next hour allowing me to drag him all over the 5th floor as I demanded clarification on one point or other on the works displayed. He was a gem. Thank you Dennis. Ps, you had an awesome moustache .
Anyways, Wellington was wonderful and I wished I lived there because it reminded me so much of Cape Town. I practically inhaled as much culture as I could by talking to any and all front of house staff in the galleries and museums. They were all just lovely to me.
So, herewith some photos and then some photos of this weekends work, probably not in that order.
|Mojo latte in Wakefield..thanks, Josh!
|Birthday Boy at MonsoonPoon
|John Badcock, Self portrait at NZ Portrait Museum.
|Toast , anyone?
|Rita Angus..portrait of her husband. Ps, Frida phoned and wants her eyebrows back.
|NZ style circa 1950's....and now.
|eerily lit sea mammal skeletons.