20070829
20070502
20070410
NZ Heroes on Parade
The Reverends recent NZ Hero series was reproduced on canvas for the recent Whanganui Artists open Studio Weekend. Here are the works on canvas...
20070405
20070329
ee knew what the world was cummings to
when god decided to invent
everything he took one
breath bigger than a circustent
and everything began
when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because
everything he took one
breath bigger than a circustent
and everything began
when man determined to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because
20070321
DIGmedia - New works in the works, so lets work it!
DIGmedia is commencing on a project to create DigIconGreetings. A series of greetings cards/postcards referencing and celebrating iconic New Zealand and International subject matter. The initial run of 20 images will feature 10 by El Presidente and 10 by The Reverend.
In advance of well anything! Here is the Reverend's NZhero series.
Baxter, Batten and McCahon images courtesy and copyright of The Reverend / DIGmedia 2007
In advance of well anything! Here is the Reverend's NZhero series.
Baxter, Batten and McCahon images courtesy and copyright of The Reverend / DIGmedia 2007
20061219
Once Upon a Time in Essex
A lost recording has been unearthed of Herfordshires premiere Acid-Folk ensemble 'The Herbsmen' playing their finest song 'Autolysis' back in the last millenium in 1991.
This historical footage has appeared along with the lost bass player Chris 'Denim Clad Warrior of Sound' Jarvis (Missing presumed having a good time).
The footage was shot during Heat 1 of the Harlow Square Rock Contest at Harlow Square deep in the cultural wasteland of Essex, decimated in the 80's during the Good-Taste Wars. The Herbsmen made it through to the final and came a close second to 'comedy' house band 'Oi, Oi Saveloy! There is no justice, nor taste in Essex!
This footage featured the original and best line-up of:
Chris Jarvis - Bass
The Reverend - Drums
Chris Evans - Rhythm Guitar, Vocals
Ben Scratcher - Lead Guitar, Vocals
A record of a time, lest we forget.
The Herbsmen play 'Autolysis' live at the Harlow Square 1991
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65FhYyuqEiw
This historical footage has appeared along with the lost bass player Chris 'Denim Clad Warrior of Sound' Jarvis (Missing presumed having a good time).
The footage was shot during Heat 1 of the Harlow Square Rock Contest at Harlow Square deep in the cultural wasteland of Essex, decimated in the 80's during the Good-Taste Wars. The Herbsmen made it through to the final and came a close second to 'comedy' house band 'Oi, Oi Saveloy! There is no justice, nor taste in Essex!
This footage featured the original and best line-up of:
Chris Jarvis - Bass
The Reverend - Drums
Chris Evans - Rhythm Guitar, Vocals
Ben Scratcher - Lead Guitar, Vocals
A record of a time, lest we forget.
The Herbsmen play 'Autolysis' live at the Harlow Square 1991
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65FhYyuqEiw
20061216
Jesus Electric Plugged in Appliance.
Plugged into the Source. Spiritual gifts can be compared to electrical appliances
With a nominal voltage of 230v,
"One minute we were admiring the jewelry and the next minute Jesus was missing"
Any path greater than one hundred feet is a long distance in the physics of electrical transmission.
"One minute we were admiring the jewelry and the next minute Jesus was missing"
Any path greater than one hundred feet is a long distance in the physics of electrical transmission.
20061215
The Art of Assemblage
This current exhibition at Corban Estate Arts Centre in Waitakere City, Aotearoa features contributions from various DIG alumni. One room of the exhibition is given over to Mark Whyte and the his gravitas defying 'Graviton Gravy' Show. An amazing installation of 70 individual works made from paint flakes that defies easy categorisation and at once speaks of the diverse and the generic nature of community and humanity.
(Images copyright Mark Whyte 2006)
The Art of Assemblage also features a tribute to Master Assemblagist and DIG contributor Peter Sauerbier who is sadly recently deceased and features the work of 2 other DIG acolytes The Reverend and Andrew Hall.
(Artwork copyright - The Reverend 2006)
Peter Sauerbier (Statement about Peter to accompany exhibition by The Reverend)
I first came to meet Peter Sauerbier through my wife. I was excited to hear of an amazing old Dutch assemblage artist and hoped to meet him. I did meet him and over the course of several years was lucky to get to know him better. Through him I also discovered a secret cabal of West Auckland assemblagists, each decidedly individual but all with a common love of the unloved!
I could write about the endless wonder and joy of Peters work, his innate craftsmanship, and inventiveness but you would already know of that and know how hard it is to describe so I wont.
I remember regular visits to the house for official and unofficial reasons. We would drink tea, eat Spekulaas (Dutch biscuits) and have wonderful rambling, fascinating esoteric talks. I would use the opportunity to drop in Dutch words (I lived in Holland for a year) where appropriate, which always seemed to tickle him.
I would look around his cornucopia of a house and every time would see something new that he had made.
Always in awe of his art, I was nervous asking him to contribute something to a humble zine I was producing with a friend. He contributed 2 exquisite, accomplished and funky drawings generously and without condescension. These drawings were rendered on the toilet using a specially adapted table so as not to waste precious creative time! They were the 2 most popular pieces without a doubt and with all ages and tastes. Real genius always shines through.
It was my pleasure to be able to exhibit some of his work whilst working at WCC , bending ears passionately to get a piece bought for the city collection. Here at CEAC I was privileged to be able to do the poster for the exhibition and speak at the opening. I am regretful that I could not ever get the idea of a book off the starting line but still hope that some sort of chronicle of the life and work of this extra-ordinary man will come to fruition.
I said at the opening of the retrospective, that one of the most precious things about Peter was that he was a custodian and celebrant of quality. He belonged to a time and had a great understanding of quality, quality of materials, quality of design and quality of craftsmanship. This ‘quality’ Peter fossicked, saved, conserved, restored and recreated with even greater quality of invention and production. In the disposable age, this quality has gone and so has one of its guardians.
To me Peter was never old; he always shone with a vitality and spark that few could match. He was as interested in the future as the past and was as creative if not more at 70 than most of us could be in our prime.
Peter it was always a privilege and a joy to know you and the quality and delight of the memory, like that of a Victorian light-switch, will never fade.
I first came to meet Peter Sauerbier through my wife. I was excited to hear of an amazing old Dutch assemblage artist and hoped to meet him. I did meet him and over the course of several years was lucky to get to know him better. Through him I also discovered a secret cabal of West Auckland assemblagists, each decidedly individual but all with a common love of the unloved!
I could write about the endless wonder and joy of Peters work, his innate craftsmanship, and inventiveness but you would already know of that and know how hard it is to describe so I wont.
I remember regular visits to the house for official and unofficial reasons. We would drink tea, eat Spekulaas (Dutch biscuits) and have wonderful rambling, fascinating esoteric talks. I would use the opportunity to drop in Dutch words (I lived in Holland for a year) where appropriate, which always seemed to tickle him.
I would look around his cornucopia of a house and every time would see something new that he had made.
Always in awe of his art, I was nervous asking him to contribute something to a humble zine I was producing with a friend. He contributed 2 exquisite, accomplished and funky drawings generously and without condescension. These drawings were rendered on the toilet using a specially adapted table so as not to waste precious creative time! They were the 2 most popular pieces without a doubt and with all ages and tastes. Real genius always shines through.
It was my pleasure to be able to exhibit some of his work whilst working at WCC , bending ears passionately to get a piece bought for the city collection. Here at CEAC I was privileged to be able to do the poster for the exhibition and speak at the opening. I am regretful that I could not ever get the idea of a book off the starting line but still hope that some sort of chronicle of the life and work of this extra-ordinary man will come to fruition.
I said at the opening of the retrospective, that one of the most precious things about Peter was that he was a custodian and celebrant of quality. He belonged to a time and had a great understanding of quality, quality of materials, quality of design and quality of craftsmanship. This ‘quality’ Peter fossicked, saved, conserved, restored and recreated with even greater quality of invention and production. In the disposable age, this quality has gone and so has one of its guardians.To me Peter was never old; he always shone with a vitality and spark that few could match. He was as interested in the future as the past and was as creative if not more at 70 than most of us could be in our prime.
Peter it was always a privilege and a joy to know you and the quality and delight of the memory, like that of a Victorian light-switch, will never fade.
Peter Sauerbier - Rust In Peace
20061122
20060918
Spam - The DIG Filter
The Power Steering Gorilla,
A demolition user of physics ideology.
Would prefer only famous marks to a plea bargain.
Seeking the means fluctuate to sell developed shakedown,
To every bottleneck nationalist on the political science jump rope.
The Firing squad hide in a bedpan crevice chimney,
Asking the Quay Firefly “What did Ibsen achieve”?
Again the phrases in bold are Spam subject titles. They keep coming and I can't resist using a line like the 'Power Steering Gorilla' or 'Political Science Jump-Rope'!
A demolition user of physics ideology.
Would prefer only famous marks to a plea bargain.
Seeking the means fluctuate to sell developed shakedown,
To every bottleneck nationalist on the political science jump rope.
The Firing squad hide in a bedpan crevice chimney,
Asking the Quay Firefly “What did Ibsen achieve”?
Again the phrases in bold are Spam subject titles. They keep coming and I can't resist using a line like the 'Power Steering Gorilla' or 'Political Science Jump-Rope'!
20060720
The Reverend Raps!
Shall I tell a story?
Not for glory or the furore.
Communication of the idea
To make things clear
Never fear
For yourself,
Your not a norse elf
Making presents for the masses,
or at least the middle classes,
Keeping them content
with less content/more style,
Blanding out dissent
and all the while...
The credit rate is rising
Which aint surprisng.
I haven't bought yet what I already have,
This is undeniable
Hope I die before I get liable.
Minus money buys more than no money
and what aint funny honey
Is your alimony is acrimony
In dollars and cents
No sense, nonsense
Smell that scent
Clean green cash or clean green New Zealand
Causing blue feelings
cos it aint the score
And the V8 enviromentalists
drove in 4 x 4,
Wondering what all the fuss is for,
Dune erosion, social cohesion
Cultural implosion, buy a new lotion
Apply liberally to the affected area
and dont get it in your eyes
or you will realise
that Gods-own is your own
So look after it well
Before the big sell
gives it all away
to the USA
or the highest bidder
Which when you consider
is not what kaitiakitanga means
The meaning you dont know it seems.
NZ for sale
one careful owner
one careless, payless, plastic and pale.
Ka kite, ka kite, ka kite ano
Here from the Dig show
which in case you don't know
is in the know
on the flow
time to go
Ka kite ano.
Not for glory or the furore.
Communication of the idea
To make things clear
Never fear
For yourself,
Your not a norse elf
Making presents for the masses,
or at least the middle classes,
Keeping them content
with less content/more style,
Blanding out dissent
and all the while...
The credit rate is rising
Which aint surprisng.
I haven't bought yet what I already have,
This is undeniable
Hope I die before I get liable.
Minus money buys more than no money
and what aint funny honey
Is your alimony is acrimony
In dollars and cents
No sense, nonsense
Smell that scent
Clean green cash or clean green New Zealand
Causing blue feelings
cos it aint the score
And the V8 enviromentalists
drove in 4 x 4,
Wondering what all the fuss is for,
Dune erosion, social cohesion
Cultural implosion, buy a new lotion
Apply liberally to the affected area
and dont get it in your eyes
or you will realise
that Gods-own is your own
So look after it well
Before the big sell
gives it all away
to the USA
or the highest bidder
Which when you consider
is not what kaitiakitanga means
The meaning you dont know it seems.
NZ for sale
one careful owner
one careless, payless, plastic and pale.
Ka kite, ka kite, ka kite ano
Here from the Dig show
which in case you don't know
is in the know
on the flow
time to go
Ka kite ano.
20060705
Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam.........
The priest open-season,
Contrite procrastinate of fanatacism mockery
rapprochement soaring
The shopper prisoner of war
harbour anticipation of the bombardment volume
Fume clearing
The journalist small time
Visual aid fluctuate of exterior photographic platitude
tempo tightfisted
Master of ceremonies
Snowy wayward adherent to the readable tarp
Distention abounds
Contrite procrastinate of fanatacism mockery
rapprochement soaring
The shopper prisoner of war
harbour anticipation of the bombardment volume
Fume clearing
The journalist small time
Visual aid fluctuate of exterior photographic platitude
tempo tightfisted
Master of ceremonies
Snowy wayward adherent to the readable tarp
Distention abounds
20060624
Spamprose Novella
These anonymous word messages are from the annoying machines of Spamsters. In this installment there are three separate spams that except for being arranged by me remain otherwise unadulterated:
Theyve taken Fontaine inside. Where is the guard? asked the man nearest Bourne, confusion and anger in his whisper. I myself placed him here with specific instructions. No one was permitted inside. He was to be on the radio the instant he saw anyone! Then Im afraid he didnt see him. Who? A blond man who speaks French. Both commandos whipped their heads toward each other, exchanging glances as the second guard instantly looked at Jason and spoke quietly. Describe him, please, he said. Medium height, large chest and shoulders- Enough, interrupted the first guard. Our man saw him, sir. He
gets out calling for a meeting between the two interested parties. That is to say, interested in a joint assassination, the parties of the first part unable to participate actively, due to the sensitive nature of their high official positions, is that about it? Just about, except that these same powerful men in Washington can gain access to the identity and the whereabouts of this much desired corpse-to-be. Naturally, agreed Alex, nodding in disbelief. They simply wave a wand and all the restrictions applicable to maximum-classified files are lifted and theyre given the information. Exactly, said David firmly. Because whoever meets with Carloss emissaries has to be so high up, so authentic, that the Jackal has no choice but to accept him or them. He cant have any doubts, all thoughts
yesterday, and you all laughed heartily, as if it afforded you A BOY was hunting for locusts. He had caught a goodly number, FOOTNOTES
Theyve taken Fontaine inside. Where is the guard? asked the man nearest Bourne, confusion and anger in his whisper. I myself placed him here with specific instructions. No one was permitted inside. He was to be on the radio the instant he saw anyone! Then Im afraid he didnt see him. Who? A blond man who speaks French. Both commandos whipped their heads toward each other, exchanging glances as the second guard instantly looked at Jason and spoke quietly. Describe him, please, he said. Medium height, large chest and shoulders- Enough, interrupted the first guard. Our man saw him, sir. He
gets out calling for a meeting between the two interested parties. That is to say, interested in a joint assassination, the parties of the first part unable to participate actively, due to the sensitive nature of their high official positions, is that about it? Just about, except that these same powerful men in Washington can gain access to the identity and the whereabouts of this much desired corpse-to-be. Naturally, agreed Alex, nodding in disbelief. They simply wave a wand and all the restrictions applicable to maximum-classified files are lifted and theyre given the information. Exactly, said David firmly. Because whoever meets with Carloss emissaries has to be so high up, so authentic, that the Jackal has no choice but to accept him or them. He cant have any doubts, all thoughts
yesterday, and you all laughed heartily, as if it afforded you A BOY was hunting for locusts. He had caught a goodly number, FOOTNOTES
20060622
Attack of the Spam-Prose!
Don't curry feelings with the human-rights bobcat
Provoke / oaf nucleii with unabridged animosity
Hide and Seek / smack dab amongst needless / chlorinate
built upon the collapsible slapdash of an apparent wristwatch
Imperil shrinkage / plentifully and prove the roadkill principle
(Words in bold were recived as spam subject lines, slashes seperate different spamprose items)
Provoke / oaf nucleii with unabridged animosity
Hide and Seek / smack dab amongst needless / chlorinate
built upon the collapsible slapdash of an apparent wristwatch
Imperil shrinkage / plentifully and prove the roadkill principle
(Words in bold were recived as spam subject lines, slashes seperate different spamprose items)
20060616
The Weight, Nepal©burgsEye 2006
...the weight of the intellect may bury the unwary
perish the thought,
moving slower, more considered
& in spite of the temptation
to stop and ponder
knowing better
that momentum
no matter how minute
moves heart and soul
& all that resides there
onward
and i
don't have to bring a thing...
20060609
no matter
sacred cow©burgsEye 2006
no matter what package we carry it around in
no matter how little we believe in it
no matter what face we give it
-each soul knows
how much
one needs
cos at the end of the day
its all there ever is-
faith
20060531
Spamprose - A new development in beat literature?
Chimpanzee happiness
Like an Owl custom-built with fetid snatch
The Parking-brake brief
To Adopt periodical - delivery private parts
In this cherry scavenge,
Cartwheel legitimately against a bagel backdrop
(Phrases in bold are spam email subject titles)
20060510
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