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Spent last night putting vinyl sickers on the car which was a test of everyones nerves because of bubbles and wrinkles in the plastic.
This morning I appeared on Good Morning which from what I could see was similar to ‘This Morning’ in the UK. For copyright reasons I’ve had to obscure the studio.
It reminded me of being on Welsh TV except the staff looked healthier and had better teeth. In the green room I met two synchronised swimmer sisters who represented New Zealand at the Beijing Olympics. They were friendly and agreed to have their photograph taken with me. I asked if the nose clips they wore whilst submerged were painful. They said they could be sometimes but that they were necessary.
The hot studio lights meant the car refused to start so it suffered the ultimate indignity of being pushed out of the studio silently.
Whilst waiting at some traffic lights in Newtown we saw a man playing a tiny clarinet (piccolo clarinet) over a fence to some kids in a schoolyard. He seemed to be a real life pied piper. Fortunately he didn’t lure the children away he just drove off with a friend.
On Tuesday I was on radio NZ talking about the project. They were friendly and asked all the right questions. The rugby sevens parade was going through town as I left the building. Half a band who were playing in a ute at the tail end of the proceediongs almost fell out as the driver accelerated away when the parade started winding down. I’d love to see someone hit tatmac at speed whilst holding onto a bass guitar. A lot has been made of destroying instruments to get new sounds but how about destroying musicians to get new sounds. Bagsy the blowtorch.
I went looking for a cave near Breaker Bay on Wednesday. A man called Ross Collins sort of lived there for a few years. Here’s a link Caveman. It was near a nudist beach so I aproached from the other side as I was carrying a camera and didn’t want to be mistaken for a peeping tom.
It was hot and the walk back was a sand in shoe in nightmare.
I’ve decided to cover my car with the names of all the bodies who’ve supported the project like a rally car or something similar. There’s a man near my village at home who has stickers with the names of the shock absorbers he uses on his car. I don’t think he has a sponsorship deal he just put them there himself.
I also bought some scorpion stickers to stick on the boot. Someone told me that was really ‘Bogan’ which I think is a good thing for the project.
On Thursday night I went with Chris to some bars to look for a location to paint. Half-way up Cuba street we stopped to listen to an impromptu beatboxing session.
I’m in Napier in Hawke Bay this weekend. It’s an old Art Deco place which is pretty. The only problem is the words art and deco are written everywhere and referred to constantly. Art Deco laundry Art Deco pay and display. It remided me of the ridiciolous wind chime I once saw with the words ‘feng-shui’ written on it.Art Deco is like nougat for me – easy does it.
Spent the weekend in the Wairarapa valley to the north of Wellington and it was too bloody hot for my liking. On Saturday I was having my first beer in a back garden in Featherstone, a town in the valley, when I heard an air raid siren. I’d never heard one before and suspected the very worst. Thankfully it was the local fire station’s call to arms. It was 35˚ and the risk of firse was heightened. The next day decided to go on to Martinborough a winemaking on the way saw a Stonhenge replica on a farm and an abandoned house.
That night I realised that my hands were peppered with sand fly bites. I drank some local Sauvignon Blanc to mask the itching. As I drifted off to sleep I tortured myself with the idea of being on my own in the abandoned house at 2am. The dream proper that followed was worse and revolved around a horrible orgy in an oast house where some people were writhing in manure and gagging as they rutted. I woke up the next morning hotfooted it to a phramacy to getsome antihitstamine.
Yesterday or It might have been the day before I went to by some vinyl (not bloody records) for the project in Petone the home of el cheapo motors. While I was in the car park of the store I saw a temporary gazebo fly 10 or 12 feet up in the air and then land on a fence. The wind is a real issue here.
Later I was photographing this Greek orthodox church when a middle aged man with huge spectacles shouted ‘prick!’ at me from a passing car.
I also found this great pie shop which trebles up as a toilet and a changing room. This is the toilet aspect of it. It’s a 60’s design apparently. I like the fact that all the different pods have chimneys. A seagull hanging out there could be hopping from poo smell to pie smell and back again.
Going to Wanganui this weekend it will be the longest car drive I’ve done since being here. There seems to be a half marathon on in Wellington today so it will be good to leave the city. All those tired calves slowing down the streets.
Took the car out for it’s first spin and went to see this strange aiport control tower that’s in the middle of a residential street. As I got out of the car to photograph it I saw a dead rat in the gutter. Aeroplanes and their noise must be a big part of these residents’ lives
On the way to the Massey memorial which I’m hoping to paint we saw a strange vapour trail rainbow. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Our final stop of the day could have been a permanent one. We went up a mountain to see a wind turbine which looks down on the whole city. When we tried to start the car to leave nothing happened. It eventually started but we weren’t sure why. Glad we weren’t stranded there.
I aquired a car today – a station wagon. The young man selling it made it one of the most pleasant buying/selling experiences of my life. Interestingly the car had once had a hydraulic lowering system as a former owner had an injury. I think it was like a rap artist’s bouncing custom car but slowed right down. The present owner had this extra removed as it effected the feel of the car. The silver toggle switch is still there on the dashboard switching nothing on or off.
After striking the car deal I visited Costume Cave with Chris, an artist from Wellington, to choose my costume for my onedaysculpture project. I chose an artists smock and a floppy hat. When I had my photo taken there was a woman trying on a showgirl outfit behind me. I think she thought we were trying to photograph her and hid – it was a little embarassing. Looking at the picture now I can see that I look like a harvest time pervert. I’m having a Thai meal with the organisers of the Onedaysculpture project tomorrow night which is a shame I’d like to be cruisng around Wellington in my Subaru.
I’ve also ordered a pair of Jandals which are flip flops. Jandals = Japanese + Sandals. They are available in Black and White in my size and had to be sent from Auckland. The man in the store said he would call me when they arrive.
Warrant of fitness is the New Zealand equivalent of an MOT. It’s difficult to find a cheap car that has one. The Daimler we went to see yesterday would never have passed. The man who showed us the car was wearing slippers and shorts. He fired the engine up and it sounded great but there were rust issues that we couldn’t ignore. He mentioned Michael Jackson a few times in relation to Wellington but I think he meant Peter Jackson. The car had belonged at one time to Sir Phillip Neville who I think owned race horses. On the way home we stopped in Upper Hutt to look at some cars for sale parked by the roadside. It was so hot I felt I was going to faint and/or wet myself.
This is Breaker Bay in Wellington we went there yesterday. I might do a painting there as it’s popular with the easel and smock crowd.
I’ve been looking for a car for my One Day Sculpture Project in Wellington. I’m going to drive around Wellington trying to paint 24 paintings in 24 hours. I found this Austin but it had mechanical problems. Inside there was a car smell I hadn’t smelt since I was nine or ten.
I’m going to see a man about a Daimler today in a place called Silver Stream near Upper Hutt. I like the place names here. I saw a place on the map called Puke.
I’m in New Zealand for a month.
posters from exhibition at Enjoy Gallery, Wellington