Gnosis was a group exhibition featuring work by Mary MacGregor-Reid, Math Kabryn, Melanie Tahata (that’s me!), Joel Bradley, Jared Holland, Abby Helasdottir and Steven Johnson Leyba.
It was held at at Nature: Art + Design, Newton, Auckland, from 18 October to 16 November, 2013.
Gnosis basically means to develop your own mode of deep critical thinking, maybe investing time in some esoteric or occult theories. Anyway, I was invited to be a part of this exhibition, by old friend and fellow Art School Girl of Doom, Mary MacGregor-Reid. I produced 3 large posters for the exhibition. They were all done in the style of the star skulls that I posted about here. This post is packed with photos, so I’ll stop blithering and get on with it.
Pics of the prints at home, hanging in the gallery in Auckland and a glimpse of my artists’ statement. A post about the Goat skull design is here.
This is where the Nature gallery was, on St. Benedict’s Street in Newtown. Beautiful Auckland, days like that made me miss you.
This is obviously the fun bit. Hanging out with friends, old and new, was really awesome. Thank you to everyone who came along, Mary for being awesome and Jared at Nature for currating the show.
Do you remember the Love Skulls paintings? I wrote about them here.
Well, I vectorised the second painting I did, in Adobe Illustrator. Flash, aye bay?!?! Now you can buy prints, iphone covers, laptop covers, and t-shirts from Red Bubble (good if you live in Australia) or Society6 (Stateside).
Here’s a couple of pics showing the old and the new, plus a product mockup of the iPhone on Society6.
Yurp, artist sites, I have been joining them. No doubt plenty of my other stuff will show up here too. Some of them I will only turn into prints (like the gig posters) some of my other stuff will be available as things you use wot to put on your gadgets.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!