I actually did have a big fat cry - adding a few tears to this Kākahu.
Then, I just got on with it. My hands found their rythym quickly and I'm onto row six.
I'm happy with that.
Papa would be happy that I'm not being a sook all day
Yes. Tis beautiful 😍
April 17th 2020 - Aotearoa was in lockdown, which I didn't mind at all. I had the largest piece of Tāniko I've ever woven, to complete for TePapa Tongarewa, National Museum of NZ. I started her in 2019. Completed her in August 2020.
I just checked out my Facebook memories. This time last year I was deep in grief of losing my dad and I had found solace in creating stars with Hue (gourd) lamps. Papa taught me to work with Hue when I was a teenager. He made me fall in love with them #blessed
Beautiful 😍
He's always with me. In my heart, on my skin
Of all the ink I have etched into my skin - this one means the most
He was the first man to hold my hand and he has never let go 💕💞
💜
Both my husband and I have had time spent in hospital. Still recuperating.
Slow but steady xxx
Weaving for whānau
Today at the opening of the Wellington City Council building, I saw a Kākahu being worn. A Kākahu that I had woven years ago.
It was like seeing a long lost friend.
I whispered "hello"
Ive called it my 'Matching Me' kete
One body....many faces
Yay! Flippy floppy ears make me smile.
I hope they make you smile too our dear Matty ❤️
Do the ears still flip flop?
Hi Matty. Yay, you've still got it! You're looking good dear 💜
Thanks to my son in law, Reihana, for singing
3/3
I weave the aho together and let them speak of my grief, my happy memories and above all, my love for my parents
#i_weave_i_breathe
#legacy
#muka
#Kaitaka
I never know what I'm going to get. But what my hand comes up with must be used. Just like life, I guess, you just have to go with what's before you.
The colours blend into one another. The light, the dark, the white, the creamy. 2/3
I reach into the pile of aho - leftover from all of the Kakahu I've woven since my mum died 20 years ago. I've been saving them for this very Kākahu - the first one I'm weaving since my dad died.
I reach into the pile of aho - like some kind of 'lucky dip'. 1/3
It's been raining all day so there's plenty of water around but roadworks outside our house has brought a 'no water to our house' situation. Luckily the Waiwhetu aquifer is just across the road. No hot shower tonight though.
At least Im not homeless.
I'm warm & dry #blessed
The kaimoana won't be good for a very long time. Floods have receded. Family is good despite mine and Sams health blah blah. Kia ora xx
A year ago I completed this little backpack with a Taaniko insert. I've waited a year for someone to come along to give it to. The right person never showed so I'm going to auction it off. I'll put details up this week sometime
🥰😍
All I've ever grown in my life is flax and weeds (oh, and a family), so seeing these hue / gourds grow outside my weaving room window brings me much joy.
Every day, they've brought me joy 💚
Sam & I are proud of all of our five kidults & their creative pursuits that they do in their 'spare' time.Our youngest son has a particular love of bone carving.He's an Electrician by trade-An artist at heart 💙 He was asked by his cousin,Matiu to make him a Toki. Here it is
This was the last piece Sam did with my dad. Our son installed all of the carvings and tukutuku and so MFAT offices has the sweat of three generations of my family in it 👍
esterday morning, Sam and I attended the dawn ceremony - opening the new MFAT building in Wellington. Sam stands under the Pare. Centre part carved by my dad. It needed to be extended to suit wider door and was done so by Sam and Sonny Davis. Im proud of him
🙏❤️
