"The Wreath" a Group Show, Curated by Robyne Voyce
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Transcript of "The Wreath" a Group Show, Curated by Robyne Voyce
EASTSIDE GALLERY
3 – 15 FEBRUARY 2014
LINWOOD COMMUNITY ARTS CENTRE
388 WORCESTER STREET
CHRISTCHURCH
The Wreath: a group show - curated by Robyne Voyce
Eastside Gallery : 3 – 15 February 2014
Linwood Community Arts Centre
388 Worcester Street
Christchurch
Writing: Greg Jackson and Keith Morant
Photography & Design: Rudolf Boelee
Publisher: Crown Lynn New Zealand Limited
© Rudolf Boelee 2014
The Wreath show at Eastside Gallery, Linwood Community Arts Centre
From the 3rd of February to 14th of February 2014 with the opening on Monday the 3rd of
February at 5.30.
I would like to invite you to be part of this exhibition.
The wreath is used as a symbol for many different reasons; remembrance of events,
funerals, pagan rituals etc.
Possibly the only criteria is that you would work within a circle. See the example of my work
for the exhibition EASTSIDE, 24 artist portraits, earlier this year. The medium you use is of
your choice. Eastside Gallery’ is a heritage building and hanging can only be done with a
wire and clip system, so no nails.
The show coincides with the Floral festival and Valentine’s Day, which may or may not have
a bearing on your work.
Each artist must contribute.$10 towards the hire of the gallery. Your work needs be at the
gallery Saturday the 1st of February between 12 – 3. Please call me if there any are any
questions or queries on this project.
Robyne Voyce
Artists:
Adam Willetts
Amanda Greenfield
Carol King
Chris Emeleus
Clint Park
Dainty Bert
Di Lucas
Di Tanner
Doc Ross
Eion Stevens
Greg Jackson
Greg Yee
Helm Ruifrok
Jane Zusters
Jim Instone
Jon Jeet
Keith Morant
Krystyna Fajkiel
Martin Whitworth
Michael Sacha-Corcoran
Michael Springer
Paddy Snowdon
Renata Przynoga
Robert Henley
Robyne Voyce
Rudolf Boelee
Sandra Thomson
Selwyn Cossar
Warren Robertson
Wayne Seyb
The Wreath : Wreath is a bad word to leave alone with a writer for weeks/ It grows, glows, mutates, meanders and reminds/ Wreath wraps itself around the days/ When Barbara Franks posts a Victorian steampunk mother and child on Facebook / wan and blond on a misted beach / it becomes the Wreath of sorrows. My ghost wife, now gone, ghost son, gone so long/ so lovely, so doomed by our habits/ The Wreath carried in the iris of my eye./ And in every eye. What then will we find in the mirror? A Wreath of wrath, of remembrance, joy and celebration/ Or the Wreath of loss or victory?/ Tis tangled Wreaths we weave to try and capture those times that hit hard / Births , courtships, weddings, deaths, defeats and dreams/ The word Wreath goads, nudges, whispers, hints and even roars/ Here in Otautahi as we are heading on the freightrain of the soul toward our dismal day's yearly return/ February 22/ earthquake day where in Christchurch even the dead fell/ If the statues carried Wreaths fall they did too/ Statues, gravestones / and the old ones in their chiefly boxes in the places of power on the hills/ What kind of Wreath can we weave for that evil miracle of velocity? In our town of villages where we have the gone town, the new town, the maybe town/ Where my oldest son's mother the white witch couldn't tour the ruins for the shades she said spoke to her/ Do we weave a wraith Wreath then for the lonely lost streets of doors closed forever?/ All those debates on carpets, paint and curtains cancelled in seconds/ Do we have a loss Wreath for the studios for artists that were cheap, large and now gone? A wrath Wreath for the casualties of soul, flesh and mind?/ For my maimed left knee torn apart doing the brick dodge hustle in the lane on the day?/ Or for seeing the same lost wonder in the eyes of my sons I saw first in the eyes of Haitian children after their cities fell?/ Or do we choose the lovers we see again on the empty streets/ A birth Wreath for the wonderful deluge of babies this year and last?/ A constant Wreath for my Sharon who wears her Gran's medal from the 1920's Lyttelton Main School/ who named Huia with a family name from Rapaki way?/ And yet is told from outlanders what our future here will be? I dunno / I just know Wreath is a bad word to leave untended with a lover of words. (Greg Jackson- Te Wai Pounamu)
Di Tanner
“Water Sprite’s Wreath”
colograph print, found objects, machine embroidery
NFS
Dragonflies $15 each
We would like to thank Lizzie for her wonderful performance at the
opening and adding so much to the atmosphere of this event.
Robyne and Rudolf
http://www.lizziecook.co.nz/
Another powerful use of the circle is
the wreath. This has always been
used as the laureate, a celebratory
symbol of power, strength and
excellence, (Roman emperors,
athletics, music and poetry).
Equally, it has always been the sign
of deep mourning and is the
memorial motif applied to
monuments and tombstones
Keith Morant