Tiki Rerea!

Tena koutou katoa!

Since I last posted here I have been busy doing my thang. I’ve now gone to two Craft Markets in Gisborne and enjoyed both of them. I’m looking forward to August’s market.  Over the last year or so, I’ve started making hair clips again. I used to make clips over a decade ago, just because I felt like it. Well, now I feel like it again.  It’s mainly because I can’t find the sort of things I like to wear, so in a true DIY spirit, I make my own. I’ve developed a new found appreciation for tiki and have paired them with various other items that I would like to wear in my hair.

I made the skull flower the Deathpunkfest ghoul is wearing in a poster from last year by cutting up a bracelet and a lei and adding the elements together.  I often make things that influence what I draw, or I draw something and then I make it.  Either way, it’s all conducive to the creative process.  I thought I would put that in there for people who get confused about what I do. I do everything! Preparing end of year financials, planning, making the art, photography, marketing. Everything! Haha, all that and I’m a mother too.

These flying tiki, or tiki rerea came about by combining glittery butterflies, plastic tiki and hair clips. I like to take things from popular culture and put my own take on it.  It’s a very Māori take, but with a good dose of fuck you attitude too. Orite ki a Maui, hahahahaha!   I’m never sure if other people would like to wear them, but I’m pretty stoked when they do.

These are all the tiki, past and present, that I have made to date. None of them are the same as any other, they are all individual little snowflakes.  They are unique, and are made for ladies who like to feel unique too.
Hey – how do you catch a unique lady? UNIQUE UP ON HER! 😀

The all black bow tiki is affectionately dubbed the Bela Lugosi tiki bow.  While I was making it, I kept humming ‘Bela Lugosi’s Dead‘ by Bauhaus.  You really can’t kill a vampire. They hang around forever.
Oh, and I included some clips I made from some specialty beaded fringing I’ve had for about as long too.

I have many other things on the go, namely three large vector projects. I’ll post them up when I am satisfied that they are finished.

Until then, if you would like to purchase a tiki, or see what else I have for sale, check my Facebook page.  Or leave a message below.  Be quick! People are baggsing them already. They are all NZ$20 plus shipping.

Mauri Ora ki a koutou! <3

Gizzy’s Little Craft Market

Kia ora!
This Saturday I will be hosting a stall at Gizzy’s Little Craft Market.

That’s Saturday 30th June 2012, 9.30am – 4pm

At the Gisborne Army Hall.

It’s tomorrow! Eeeek!

I’ve got a small selection of things to sell, ranging from paintings, prints, and postcards.  There are even some crafty little items I made.

 

Here’s some photos! Cos we all like looking at photos 🙂

 

 

There’s more stuff posted on my facebook page – https://www.facebook.com/Aotearoa666

 

All Hallows Eve

 

This is a portrait of Peter Steele (1962 – 2010) from Type O Negative. They are one of my most favourite-est bands ever.  A good friend told me about them in 1995, so I bought ‘Origin of the Feces’, the notorious ‘live’ album.  It was the only one I could find in Auckland! I will be honest and say I didn’t really get the sense of humour at first (“these guys can’t be serious! That sounds like a pretend crowd…”) as I knew nothing about them and hadn’t heard anything else by them.  Then that same friend gave me ‘October Rust’ to listen to in 1996.  And like millions of other goth girls around the world, I was a goner! Sigh, swoon etc.  It was only a matter of time until I got their other albums. And it has all been cheerfully downhill from there.  I never got to see Type O Negative live unfortunately.

Some of my best memories are associated with Type O Negative.  Driving from Auckland to Wellington with a Type O hater in the back, shouting his own version of Black No. 1 lyrics (LOVING YOU WAS LIKE FUCKING A GOTH!) while we giggled in the front. It was funny cos it was true, you see.  There are many many more, I’ll save them for another time.

This is my tribute to Peter Steele and the most excellent music he created.  I wanted to do something special for Halloween, so I have spent the last week of October drawing this portrait and thrashing the Symphony for the Devil live dvd.

Because as we all know, everyday is Halloween.

XII. All Hallows Eve

Fall fires burn ‘neath
black twisted boughs
Sacrifice to above
Smoke swirling quickly
towards misting clouds
Offering of this blood
Into the flames
and without shame
Consumed with howls
and screams
Pumpkins grin
in their despair
On All Hallows Eve

Cruel be the wind
as it quells my words
I shout out to the rain
Incantations I so hoped
you’ve heard
That you live again
From deep Earth
brings forth rebirth
Witness but I shan’t believe
From below a chilling glow
On All Hallows Eve

Be spiderwebbed
and glazed in frost
She wears death beautifully
More stunning now
than in her life
On a bed of Autumn leaves
Into her eyes
and quite surprised
I whispered
don’t you leave
Sing macabre songs
and we’ll dance to dawn
On All Hallows Eve

Saint Lucifer hear me
praying to thee
On this eve of all saints
High be the price
but then nothing is free
My soul I’ll gladly trade

Cold is the night
in so many ways
Luna round, full and bright
Deep be the mud
on the fresh dug graves
On yours I recite
An ancient spell 
I know so well
Success is guaranteed 
I’ll bring you back
from where you’ve gone
On All Hallows Eve

From the album World Coming Down by Type O Negative.  Lyrics by Peter Steele.

 

Texture used in this image by Bitt Box.

Black Number One

This is a piece exploring the colour Black in different mediums. It was inspired by Jo Tito’s Painted Rock of the Day called Paru.  I read about the black mud and how dense and oily it was… and I thought “wow – I want some of that!”

Knowing me I would probably try putting it in my hair.  Mud is awfully good for hair you know. I used to buy this African Mud stuff from the Body Shop and put that in my hair. It was heavily perfumed and processed of course, but still, silky black mud? I’d give it a whirl.

Anyway. Back to Black.

I wanted to experiment with some gloss gel I had just purchased – it has a very nice sheen to it when dry, so I added some black acrylic to it.  Mmmm shiny black.  I drew a star (cos I like stars, as well as skulls) and built up the gel around the edges.  I stained the wood with Indian Ink.  Then I used one of my old stencils and sprayed the words Mauri Ora on it.

Now, if any of you art knobs out there are thinking – “dude that’s pretty Ralph Hotere” (but in a more complicated lexicon of course), then you would be Correctamundo! as the Fonz used to say.  Ralph (I don’t know him personally I just always refer to Him as Ralph) is a HUGE influence on the art I like to make. I don’t think I’m anywhere near as good as him and it’s a bit art school to admit your influences these days, but his black paintings are FUCKING COOL.  Alright, that’s the Ralph rant over.

Black Planet.
Yeah so I like black. I love all the things I associate with it, but don’t care for other’s interpretations.  Leather, denim, latex, rooms, velvet, cardigans, hair, lace, night, warmth, goths,  teddy bears, sad pandas, nuns, goats, Chrome, cats, witches, deep space (9, ho ho), Darth Vader… no wait, I don’t like black metal very much.

Even Blacker!
To me, the colour black also represents peace, and the realm of Te Pō.  I read Cleve Barlow‘s take on Te Pō, where he described it as a place of ignorance (presumably because it is dark).  I don’t like this reading, I thought it was too heavily influenced by colonial ideas of black being negative and white being positive.  And I’ve heard enough of black being the bad guy.  Te Pō is the birthplace of the gods, the actioning of ideas, the place where life continues to grow.  Where things take form and set you on the path to Te Ao Mārama.  But you can’t have one without the other…

Back in Black.
So all these ideas were running through my mind as I layered on these different mediums. I enjoyed the experiment and the process gave me plenty of ideas for more creations!

The Man In Black.
I swapped this small piece (it’s about A5 sized) for the Paru rock, which is now next to my Perfectionism one, under the watchful eye of Darth Vader.  Because I picked up Mr. Paru on the anniversary of Peter Steele‘s death, I called him Pita Paru. (Pita is the transliteration of Peter!)
Peter Steele wrote this wonderfully sardonic song called Black No. 1 – about goths dying their hair….black! So that’s what this post is named after, as well as my rock.  Thanks Pete, you will always rock! hyuk hyuk.

Black Celebration.
After I dropped this piece off, Jo created a black rock and wrote her kōrero about Black. Awesome! Check it out here.  I get a shout out too.  Kei whea mai!