Hercules over Herald Island

For some years I lived on Herald Island, which is in the upper Waitemata,
and right off the end of Whenuapai airfield, an airforce base.
These planes, and assorted others, regularly flew past my home.

Herald Island is named after HMS Herald, the ship which,in 1840, took the
Treaty around NZ as signatures were collected. During the few days in Auckand it
explored the upper reaches of the harbour and circumnavigated what was to become known
as Herald Island. There is no known Maori name, although in later years it also became known as Pine Island.

When married to Kendrick Smithyman, who was teaching in the tiny sole charge school,
Mary Stanley wrote a poem which went 'cut off by tides, we here are islanded.'

Note.

Today I discovered that by clicking on a photo on this site, an enlarged version often comes up. However it does not work with images in the sidebar.

An invitation from Real Pictures in 1980, to an exhibition of photographs
by four painters: Denys Watkins, Paul Hartigan, Tony Fomison, & Don Binney.

Recently I was chatting with Don Binney and he mentioned how this photo
was printed back-to-front. He parts his hair on the other side.

Two photos that will be in an upcoming exhibition. The top one is recent, the lower one
about two years older.

This photo of a Trout was taken in Lake Taupo in 1987. At the time I made about
a dozen prints, and in keeping with my practise I have never printed up any more, in spite
of requests from time to time.

I do not have any more of these available for sale so anyone wanting one has had to wait for one
to come onto the secondary market. This is something that has hardly ever happened, as owners of the prints enjoyed them too much, and also seemed to be aware that it was, in the future, going to be much more valuable.

Now, however, in the latest Webb's auction catalogue one has appeared. Estimated price range is from $4000-$6000 which is, rather low, but typical of auction prices.

In the previous auction, works from the Jim Fraser collection, there were also several of my photos sold including Meccano Bus. The estimate on this was $3000-$5000 and it sold for $6000, setting what Webb's say is a new record for a single image in one of their sales. (Although I'm not entirely sure if this is true, true for one of my images yes, but others may have bettered this. I my be wrong.)

What are your influences?

I'm often asked this by students, and sometimes I explain that one of the biggest is that was brought up in a very rural environment. Animals of all descriptions, both wild, and domesticated were part of my everyday life.

This is a photo taken at Taheke, in the Hokianga, where some of my most formative years were spent. This is my father with our dog Whisky, and one of our horses, I'm not sure which one, perhaps Ginger, or Five Bob, the latter so named because he was a wild horse rounded up and sold by local Maori for that sum. Taheke was a predominantly Maori area and my life was very affected by my contact with them.

Our horses were tamed and taught by my father to perform tricks. Everything was gently done and I never saw any force used.

A photo of my father, taken a few hours after his death.
At my request, the undertaker allowed me to help him prepare the body
for cremation. Born in Gisborne in 1904 he died in Auckland at the age of 92.

I'm sorry that I didn't take more care with organising his top lip. It's come out looking
a bit lopsided, and I could see that at the time but somehow I lost my nerve. I should
have been more patient.

Overall though, helping the undertaker in this way was a positive thing to do, healthy
in many ways, a natural conclusion.

I've been thinking about this event a lot lately because I'm writing down as many of my early
memories as possible, and naturally my father is a frequent player in many of these.

A photo of my father Milton Archibald Peryer, and my sister. Always interested in birds, my father, until the last years of his life had aviaries. The parrot was part of the family for many years.

Trains.
The wave photograph below was taken a few metres from where my parents used to live, here in New Plymouth, before I was born, unfortunately. My father was a keen photographer, and the family have many of his photos in our possession.

What surprises me is the similarity between some of his photos and mine. Here are a couple of examples.

The left hand image is taken at the port. The building in the centre is the Breakwater Hotel where my parents lived. Last year the Breakwater closed down forever.

Innovative, cutting edge.

Sitting on my desk for the last couple of weeks is an invitation from the Govett-Brewster Art Gallery,
here in New Plymouth.

It is an invitation from three of the curators there to come to an evening 'highlighting some of the world's most recent biennales showcasing the freshest and most innovative contemporary art from around the world.' 'What's hot on the contemporary arts scene?' it says in big black letters across the top. 'Find out what is cutting edge on the international art circuit'.

All three curators had been overseas recently, and collectively, they visited six different Biennales.

As it happened the evening clashed with my Japanese class and I was unable to attend but nevertheless it has concerned me because I don't know whether I can make work that is innovative, or cutting edge, yet clearly that is what they are looking for. Does work have to be innovative or cutting edge to be good I ask myself. I feel the pressure.

The very use of the word contemporary art seems to have lost its original meaning of: existing or occurring at the present time. 'The word has come to mean modern, up to date, fashionable...' The word contemporary confers authority and style'. (Peter Timms).

'Contemporary art remains obsessed with the idea of innovation...Innovation is an adjective so vital to the perpetuation of the art market that it has taken on an almost magical aura'. ...Curators use 'innovation' and 'innovative' to frighten people' (Peter Timms again)

But there is another way in which the invitation worries me. The three curators are clearly using Biennale as a major source of ideas for exhibitions yet Biennale generally need large showy art, often in installation form. Yet my work lately has become rather tiny, I'm worried that I will not have a chance of being included in shows that favour installations. The influence of Biennale might be a problem for artists who choose to work in a quieter more contemplative way, and on a smaller scale. There even appears to be a Biennale look. With over fifty Biennale in the world now, it may be that they are no longer sampling what is taking place, but shaping it.

On Saturday the weather here in New Plymouth was wild,
with big seas crashing onto the shore. I went
out onto the breakwater as I often do, and could not help
wondering if in the waves, somewhere, there was a photo. This
is not it, but it does encourage me to return for another attempt
next time that the weather is suitable.

As I've written below, I've been looking closely at bonsai for some time now.
Yesterday I revisited a collection here in New Plymouth with the express purpose
of photographing this 50 yr old Japanese Pine.

I think that this image is about as close as I am going to get, so now
I'm going to print up an edition of it. Most years recently I have put out a
Christmas photo so this could be it. It will be small, not much bigger than what you see on your screen, and as inexpensive as I can economically make it.

Two little sketches from this week. The bottom one is a close up of a potato that I am sprouting
along with several others. So far I have not got around to planting them on the garden, partly because I've been too interested in them as they are. So far I haven't

planted them in the garden, partly because I've been too interested in them
as they are.

The top photo, I have tried a couple of times. It's a little lamb that I bought at the Salvation Army store. This photo is still not right, for some reason slightly out of focus, but I will make another attempt. The lamb is floating in a river, hence the dark stone shapes. floating in a river, hence the dark stone shapes.

Bonsai

Bonsai, or at least the bonsai look, has caught my attention for some years now.

About 5 years ago a took this photo of this Rata, which had, in view of its extreme age and tortured appearance, acquired something of what I would call the bonsai look.

Recently I was invited to see one of NZ's best collections of bonsai, a collection that unbeknown to me, was all this time, only a couple of kilometres away. I've seen a tree there, a Japanese Pine, about 50 years old, that I am going to return to, to photograph. It had very much this rata form.

Dear visitor, after many years of using the same software to

maintain my site, I have switched. Now I am using one
that is much simpler. Of course there is a lot to learn,
and it will be a little while before I can become fluent with it.

One advantage is that it can be maintained from any computer,
not just one that is carrying the appropriate software.

Today is my 65th birthday.