I’ve started a new project. PIMPI has grown from my alter-ego, to a Tumblr, to a blog, to a business. I have talked about the idea of establishing an agency to represent Pacific visual artists. PIMPI is the beginnings.
It’s a new day, and a new beginning – same kaupapa, Oceania through and through… new site: www.PimpiKnows.com
Untitled (Tuiga) by Aaron Unasa
Constructed with found objects
Some works stood out for me at the annual Tautai Trust tertiary students exhibition at Auckland’s St Paul St Gallery. The exhibition, This Must Be The Place has been curated by Samoan performance artist and educator, Jeremy Leatinu’u. It feels like a tight show, almost educational – I liked it a lot more than past tertiary student exhibitions.
Since my first trip to Samoa in 2010, I have been fascinated with tuiga (ceremonial head dress) and have wanted to curate an exhibition of tuiga in their various forms. I really enjoyed Aaron Unasa’s tuiga made from found objects.
Untitled (Nifo’oti), Aaron Unasa
I like reading rooms / reading tables, but I was disappointed that Alana Lopesi didn’t show the work she had posted on her blog. It felt like a bold statement about the current exhibition Home AKL at Auckland Art Gallery – Pacific artists making critical commentary about the world around them excite me. But I’m definitely watching Lopesi’s practice as it develops.
The exhibition is up until Friday 27 July – check it out.
Remembering Rèmy Aniseko, a fighter til the end. My sweet son with Taka Aniseko passed away last night, miscarried at Middlemore Hospital in South Auckland at just 17 weeks and six days. He was our hopes and dreams… our catalyst for change.
We spent an hour watching his tiny heart beat after a traumatic journey from womb to hospital room. All the fears and morphine-resistant pain melted when we saw him; perfect and long, tiny hands, tiny feet… Taka’s nose.
We are surrounded by immense love from family and friends, but this freshly broken heart will endure darkness. The path ahead is paved with tears and memories, haunting self-doubt… each day will be an effort to think positively when part of me knows your loss cripples me and I am in pieces.
This evening we watched the sunset over Mangere. A reminder that time will heal, and that there is always light after darkness. Rèmy, baby, rest in love and peace. You have made an indelible mark on our lives and we will never be the same.
On the last night, we prepared the Tongan ngatu, Samoan siapo and Fijian masi that Rèmy will be buried in. This was the hardest night. There is a thick fog over South Auckland, it is bitterly cold. Tomorrow we will bury Rèmy at Manukau Memorial Gardens.