When I bring home a photograph, I bring home something that has accurately mapped the shapes, colours and light that I saw earlier - arrangements of photons, stored up and measured out with a mathematical precision that has its own corpse-like beauty.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Today we went to visit the reopened Christchurch Art Gallery. This is one of those buildings I love as a building; the art adds an extra dimension but the building itself is somewhere I just love to be. I think it has something to do with the ribbed facade; it's like being inside the body of something alive, looking out on the rest of the world. And alive it is with people young and old scuttling about enjoying the space.
And the yellow room which provides a transition space or just a place to sit if you need to recover from sensory overload.
There were some interesting exhibits, including this sweet landscape made from coloured sugar (the picture shows only a small part).