20100127

Not Half-Hearted

Well back from holidays and imagine my suprise when I find myself included in an excellent local exhibition ...






Half Heartedh
WHolehearted
WHanganui




Jan 16 - Feb 19? 2010
WHMillbank Gallery
Whanganui




An impromptu exhibition to celebrate the historic decision to recognise the 'H' in Whanganui puts the issue to the fore in an eclectic and substantial show. Featuring artists such as Matt Pine, Emma Camden, Marty Vreede and Michael Tuffery and a host of locals, the show includes print, glass, paint, sculpture and photography.

It is my privilege to be included in this show. The work featured is 'Read it in the Paper' a one-off unique print featuring the 'H is of for History' series andother elements on handmade 'Wanganui Chronicle' paper. Only exhibited at the Serjeant Review Show 2008.... and on my living room wall! It will be a welcome opportunity to show this work again in a relevant forum, especially considering that the change the decision earlier this year to recognise both spellings has made.

Kia ora


Read it in the Paper
Neil Buddle 2008
Lino print and collage on handmade paper (Whanganui Chronicle)

20100126

Art Attack in LA

Kim Cooper and Richard Schave
Esotouric and Downtown LA Art Walk instigators.
© Burgseye 08

Kim Cooper and Richard Schave run bus and walking tours like no other in their native Los Angeles City. Their celebration of LA captures the imagination. Not only do they bring history to life, they bring a rare sense of place to a town whose repute extends largely to Hollywood and fast buck makers. Along the highways and bi-ways they uncover literary and cultural heroes that endow the basin with integrity and a richness of life beyond the glass towers and theme parks. Their portrayals of the bizarre, the ludicrous and the myriad quirky denizens -that manifest exponentially in the City of Angels- are as important to the social fabric as stories about high flying exec's or movie stars. Equally the access they provide into the studio's and creative minds of arty Angeleno's is a rare gift for any stranger to a new place to be a party to.

But apparently even the worthy and good are not immune to the likes of the over zealous Russell Brown whose civic profile, ego and weight of power he brandishes is particularly scary, especially since Kim And Richard set their attentions to exposing the double standards and duplicity of roles he performs and calling for his resignation also backed by a local newspaper.

Check here how their non-profit labours of love -restructuring and managing their own initiative, a Downtown Art Walk- has landed them in a potential lawsuit with a man who has a wealth of big business funds, big budget lawyers and the LAPD at his disposal.

If it moves you get behind them here and express yourself.

By Order El Presidente

20100122

on his way to the beach

so there the Rev was, pre xmas dreaming of the waves lapping the beach, his kids dipping and diving, running amok with other campground kids, him cooking dinners of fresh caught snapper on a solitary outdoor gas stove and him gently nodding off to the inner tuneage that abounds deep within his soul. as it happens it all panned out but on his way to the beach the Rev's ailing motor coughed one least time and spat the dummy on the hill over to Tairua pulling short before the crest.

of course no amount of rapid response was going to move it. he was puckerooed and in the summer heat, the kids fried from a previous six hours of driving on such a blistering day. the first car he waves down is a beamer with a lady driver who wouldn't know a jump start from a false start, she's never had to learn. she doesn't want to appear unfriendly, thats why she stopped but she doesn't want to crack the bonnet cos she doesn't know where the hood lift is. thats the way of this planet. she accelerates onwards towards her holiday home and the rev stands jumper leads in hand awaiting and praying to his funk god for a kindly soul...

as is the way with the rev an extra strength saviour rolls into frame, Pauanui's very own "Builder With The Bedford." not only is this godsend the salt of the earth, he's also got some machine nouse, driving skills and practical know how. his verdict is not great. needless to say a dubious looking tow rope is produced -barely two metres in length- and suddenly the rev finds himself freewheeling within a gnats breath of a '78 CF Bedford's towball. For the next 20 or so perilous clicks up and over the Coromandel Range the Rev holds his breath until the crippled mazda is delivered to a workshop and is given the once over by the local mechanic who pronounces it dead, one of five that died the same way this day and he wants to take no responsibility for any of the carcasses. so it's off behind the CF back to the BWTB's homestead, where the murdered mazda now lays awaiting a wrecker with a sense of humour. and as if the call of duty wasn't already exceeded, the Rev and family are invited to camp the night in the BWTB's orchard (its camping they're here to do) and then the next morning the Rev hits the dog and bone desperately seeking solace on the end of the BWTB's handset. then the BWTB transports the Wanga Family Reverend to the hallowed sands of Hahei (a sixty plus Km roundtrip) where the Rev gets to make real his daydream and rekkie some fresh ideas for 2010 projects. and the BWTB goes home and carries on like none of it happened. goodwill is alive and well on the Peninsular and he's best known in them there parts as the BWTB.

pics © burgseye 2010
stories are all the rev's.