News

A small café in Sol Square once had its exterior covered in heavy vinyl wallpaper — an odd, brilliant decorating choice that I had to paint. Years later, the building still stands, but the wallpaper is gone, replaced by graffiti, in a laneway the 2011 earthquake left behind.

You arrive at someone's house. They see you, bring you in, and almost straight away they ask: tea or coffee? It's such a New Zealand thing. And it's about so much more than the drink.

I love Mexican food. My wife does too. What I love about it is the energy, the colours, the vibrance, the way it hits you. That's what I wanted to capture in this painting.

When I'm working on my sculptures, the pīwakawaka come, drawn by the sound of me tapping away at the stone. But during a three-day mindfulness retreat on Banks Peninsula, the way they hung around me shifted into something deeper.