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.




Installation view



We danced under the carved cream ceiling of their lounge, 2018. Oil on board, 300x395mm



Installation view



Apricot, 2018, oil on board, 395x500mm



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



Crisp apple, 2019, oil on board, 300x395mm



We spent the summer in bodies of water, 2019, oil on board, 480x610mm



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



Hands folding berries into cream, 2018, oil on board, 395x500mm



Caramel, 2019, oil on board, 235x270mm




They float in the yellow ochre water, 2019, oil on board, 235x270mm




Our clothes lay amongst mounds of seaweed and stones, 2019. Oil on board, 395x500mm




Creek daisies, 2019. Oil on board, 480x610mm




We danced under the carved cream ceiling of their lounge, 2018, oil on board, 300x395mm


  



































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