THIS MUCH I KNOW
When I need solace, an answer or comfort,
I go to music, books, paintings and movies.
I’m heading to India.
I just hope that I can still put up with the rigours of travel. Hoping to bring back some interesting signage references … as usual. And fingers crossed that Pondicherry is as fab as I imagine it to be. The insight that I never seem able to gain is the one that stops me over-expecting. I should have listened to my father who said, “don’t get your hopes up … and that way you won’t be disappointed”. And he wasn’t even Jewish.
The thing in life I haven’t yet done
but would like to is fly into Copenhagen and catch the overnight ferry up to St. Petersburg. Or go to that Museum of Fakes in China. I love the sound of that.
There’s nobody I need to apologise to
much these days … since I got too old to get stupendously drunk at dinner parties.
My GRANDchildren are young adults now!
I can’t think of anything I’d change about my parenting. Jude and I seemed to fumble and bluff our way through it quite successfully somehow, and you couldn’t ask for a better posse. Unconditional love and respect seems to be a big part of it. And remembering what it was like to BE a child. Really remember. Our kids were always funny … not cute funny, but smart funny. Fun to watch shit movies with … that’s what I remember.
The vital elements for a long-lasting relationship
... Jude always says she never had a better offer … which makes sense on a deep level. God knows. I guess I got lucky at the get-go. “Compromise” isn’t a weakness either … Love the one you’re with … and make a bit of an effort.
If I am a colour I am
warm grey. Like the way “white” photographs in art magazines.
Crikey, life is better nowadays.
Much better. I have an enormous faith in science. What really concerns me is the existential gap between the commonly perceived doom-and-gloom view of the world, and the actual, measurable progress that’s happening. And all the panic about artificial intelligence … there is only intelligence, whether it be biological or mechanical.
If I were offered a commission to do a final portrait of former Prime Minister John Key,
of course I’d accept. Never voted for him, but a drink and a chat wouldn’t hurt. He actually owns a large abstract of mine … or he used to … I’d sit him in front of that.
I’d like my Mum to be able to see how far my art has taken me
… she’d be amazed. She’d be even more amazed to see I still use the grid system she taught me all those years ago. Guess I’d say, “thanks for the grid… and the genes”.
The word retirement?
Ha ha … not sure how that’s meant to work. Maybe I should take up painting for a hobby? The question or issue I’ve been trying to rationalise and can’t is very current … Netanyahu’s bizarre sense of entitlement … illegal is illegal isn’t it? Or am I missing something?
Am I gentler or more aggressive with age?
A bit of both actually …
2016 was a pretty amazing year for me.
A lot of excitement. The launch of our Cooking 4 Change cookbook; the success of the Fred Hollows “Frizzell” frames and the Blunt Umbrella Oxfam campaign. And my Hundertwasser fundraiser print edition for the Whangarei Art Gallery … raising heaps of money for the new Hundertwasser building. It was a big year.