Ka tīaho mai he marama pai,puta pō rere wai, mai a Pānia. When the night is still and the moon is clear,you can see Pānia appear. —Sam Freedman (nā Alby Bennett i whakamāori) Let’s begin by addressing the elephant in the room, or—given the artist’s enthusiasm for all things equine—the thoroughbred in the room: who the heck is PĀNiA!? In the literature put out by Mokopōpaki, the art space on...
Tēnā koe Pīpīwharauroa, Greetings to you, strong-winged traveller from warmer places, whose whistle-waiata is an augury of spring, stealthy trickster in iridescent camouflage, who lays her eggs in the nests of others that they may raise her young as tamariki whāngai! I write on behalf of Yolo the sister and Blu the brother, together known as Yllwbro. Being shy of disposition, preferring to remain...