Ghosts, floating
Toi Poneke Gallery
5/04/19 - 27/04/19
Poetry Reading: 09/04/19
Review of Ghosts, floating
Sitting
on a picnic blanket under the trees
we
contemplated our past people
while
staring out at the open grass.
We
aren’t sad anymore, only interested,
in
how memories fold into each other
and
disintegrate into tiny pieces,
lodging
themselves in song lyrics,
or
the smiles of familiar people that walk past.
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Installation view
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We danced under the carved cream ceiling of their lounge, 2018. Oil
on board, 300x395mm
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Installation view
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Apricot, 2018, oil
on board, 395x500mm
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She positioned a stick in
the sand, just right, like the placement of lines in her posters. It created a
drawing with the sea, 2018, oil
on board, 395x500mm
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Crisp apple, 2019, oil
on board, 300x395mm
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We spent the summer in bodies of water, 2019, oil
on board, 480x610mm
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We dug our hands into the
sand to find pockets of warmth, deep down, and smooth stones that fit in our
palms, 2018, oil
on board, 480x610mm
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Hands folding berries into cream, 2018, oil
on board, 395x500mm
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Caramel, 2019, oil on board, 235x270mm
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They float in the yellow ochre water, 2019, oil on board, 235x270mm
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Our clothes lay amongst mounds of seaweed and stones, 2019. Oil
on board, 395x500mm
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Creek daisies, 2019. Oil
on board, 480x610mm
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We danced under the carved cream ceiling of their lounge, 2018, oil
on board, 300x395mm
