What's the time, Mel?

The Shed

Part of our glorious Kiwi culture involves sheds.  They are important places to have. While I was growing up The Shed was a place you could clear out and have birthday parties in.  Paint cars. Fix cars.  Store tools. Build things in.  That sort of thing.  So it’s little surprise that I like to use mine as a studio space.

This wasn’t always the way with Shed.  Oh no. Shed had become a storage space for items last seen in Island Bay in the early 1970s.  Record players that used to belt out ABBA tunes to keep four year olds amused.  And then the records, and everyone else’s unwanted records.   At the start of this year, my brother returned home from Australia and he cleaned it all out.  It was amazing.  I helped some, well, very little actually, but I am incredibly grateful to my brother for completing this momentous task.  Thank you!!

So here is a small collection of photos of things I keep in my shed.  Please excuse me while I ruminate some …

I’ve got the rest of my Ngā Moemoeā (Dreams) series hanging along the western wall.  The first one in the set was sold to the H.B Williams Library here in Gisborne.  Then there’s a photo of a collage that used to be on the fridge in Queens Ave (my old flat in Balmoral), and the next photo shows a clock I added frilly bits to and an old photo from The Blooding.  Haha, what is the time indeed.  Next, a nun and her drunken goat army (because every nun needs one), positioned right next to Maleficent. The evil Disney Queen from Sleeping Beauty.  Mmmmm… feeling goth-stalgic yet?

Because I am.

Then there is Cernunnos.  I had him made for me, and he watches over All.  At his feet sits Elvis, a surprise gift! Then there is an old bottle with Siouxsie lyrics on it. You can see some old paintings in the background.  And finally, the Hank Poster from Black Chrome‘s first gig.

So there you go – a quick twirl around the shed. If you fancy a real dance one night, come over for a visit.

Mauri Ora!