Wearable Art, Waitangi Treaty and a Wellington Welcome

The rain persists so, instead of going west down the coastline, we head for Auckland Museum.

“You can compare the displays of Māori culture with Te Papa, “ Tess suggests. “They have a more traditional approach here than in Wellington.”

But we get sidetracked. There is a touring exhibition from the Museum of Wearable Art. My friend, Ruth, in London, had insisted I visit this Museum in Nelson.

“But it’s not on my schedule,” I insisted.

That was irrelevant. I had to go to Nelson. I wasn’t convinced, imagining wearable fashion that I could buy on the high street and bung in the washing machine. I couldn’t have been more mistaken.

We enter a dark, cavernous space. Spotlights light up slender mannequins dressed in intriguing shapes sculpted out of extraordinary materials – lace and leather, crustaceans and chrome, felt and fibreglass. The mannequins stand poised along raised catwalks that criss-cross the room.

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Lady of the Wood by David Walker of the USA

A woman who, ‘shall go to the ball,’ wears a 17th crinoline made from cedar and mahogany..

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Horridus, a Thorny Devil Lizard from Australia by Lynn Christansen from USA

There is a thorny devil lizard from Australia,

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Le Tatau by Linda Lepou of NZ. tattoed Samoan in his Second Skin,
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Hylonome, that ‘emboides the poetry of British saddlery’ by Mary Wing to form the UK,

a tattoed Samoan and a shapely Moroccan lantern. wearyellow

A leather horse, stitched together with all the skill of a master saddler, holds a spear in its right hoof.

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American Dream by Sarah Thomas from new Zealand. “I’ll get my kicks on Route 66,” says the label

A young woman, with matching chrome breasts, steering wheel and bumpers, metamorphoses into a 1950s car. wearchurchAnd who would think that a Gothic cathedral, in burnt felt, was wearable. But then, in the words of Dali, ‘The one thing the world will never have enough of is the outrageous.’
“My favourite is the lobster with the magnificent tail,” I tell Tess.

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“Mine is the Budgerigar Brassiere,” she replies . “I too had budgies that died.”

We sit down to watch the screening of the fashion show. wearcoffinGreek goddesses carrying coffins. Bouquets of skulls. A clown or two. A dance, music, fashion, high tech extravaganza to outdo any Olympic opening ceremony.

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‘We want to take the viewer into a magical world of dreams, a place where they can forget reality and lose themselves in a journey of the imagination,’ writes the producer.

wear1As we leave I take a last look at the winner, The Exchange, ‘a contemporary living picture of New Zealand’s Treaty of Waitangi.’ The Māori and European powers, clothed in cape and cloak, exchange feathers and coins. One holds a royal orb, the other a Māori patu or club, linked together by a fragile chain.

We move to the Māori gallery.

auckhouseThe carving on the marae meeting houses is magnificent.auckcarving2
The canoes, in which the Māori sailed to these shores, stretch almost the length of the gallery. auckgalleryThe Māori came, as the first inhabitants of New Zealand, a mere 6oo years ago, far more recently than the indigenous people of Australia. The gallery is traditional but impressive. I can’t wait to get to Te Papa.

At Tess’s suggestion I buy a ticket for the half hour Maori performance whilst she visits the shop for some last minute Christmas shopping. auckpoiYoung women demonstrate the poi, a sort of dance with balls of flax and bulrush. The dancers lift and twirl two, three, four poi, outwards, upwards and over the shoulder. auckhakaIn the haka dance men beat their breasts, stomp, shout, glare and pull out their tongues. No wonder the All Blacks use the haka to intimidate their opponents.

“ Did they do the poi dance,” asks Tess when we meet up. “We used to do that at school.”

“Yes,” I reply. “Quite a skill.”

“And the haka? My son can do that,” she adds proudly.

“So a living culture, then. Not just a performance for unsuspecting tourists?”

“Oh no. There is far more recognition of Maori culture than there used to be. ”

I get up early to take the 12 hour train journey to Wellington, 681 kilometres away. auckgreen4As we travel through the landscape I realise why there is only a train every other day. There is only one track. auckstationauckgreesBut it’s a splendid track that leads us through lush farmland where sheep scatter as we hurtle past them.
Much of the bush landscape was cleared and transformed by the European settlers when they first arrived.

We coil round a mountain, climbing the famous Ruarumi spiral, until we arrive at the volcanic plateau. In the distance we can see Mount Ruapehu, Mount Ngauruhoe and Mount Tangariro, all active volcanoes. partly obscured by fluffy tufts of Merino wool.auckgreen
We pass through 14 tunnels and over 353 bridges, one of them over the dramatic cliffs bordering the Rangitikei river. auckriver2aucktress2

At times I venture out onto the viewing station, camera in hand, but sometimes I just sit back and admire the view.

Night envelops us as we approach Wellington, the capital of New Zealand. Terry and Suzanne, my airbnb hosts, welcome me with a glass of wine to their home in historic Thorndon. On the wall hangs The Goddess of War and Goddess on Love on a Mediterranean yacht, just one of the original works on their walls. This promises to be an interesting city.          auckpic

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