[-empyre-] intersection of place and technology
dear Helen, and Stella, Danny,...
Late night, the moon occluded by thick clouds and a steady mist, winter=emerald coastal hills mirror reversals to your summer browns, here along the north Pacific/ how poignant the sense of place across such massive distances, across a single ocean. A night flight over the endless water: "unable to concentrate while you wait for your soul to arrive." Technology arrives too early or too late, while
place waits. What thoughts among kiwis present regarding this musing of Stella's------
but what i was really wanting to talk about is the intersection of place and technology in the discourse of environmental restoration
perhaps here in this intersection is a practice that moves across pakeha / maori/ euro/ american/ oz boundaries.
From: Helen Varley Jamieson <email@example.com>
Sent: Jan 27, 2005 9:08 PM
To: soft_skinned_space <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject: [-empyre-] summ(er)ing up
i've been trying to shape some intelligent summing-up comments but
the fact is that summer is what's up in wellington & i just want to
go outside & lie in the sun ...
& it's difficult to sum up a 'discussion' which has been a series of
divergent views & opinions, peering into some corners of aotearoa/nz,
shying away from others, some false starts & stops & back-ups &
moments of brilliance & moments of irritation & random musings &
interesting links ... maybe the whole is not so different from the
reality of being an artist in/from nz/aotearoa.
when thinking about place & home & distance, i keep coming back to
the simple fact of how geographically isolated new zealand is. the
internet allows us to bridge that distance - but close the connection
& the distance is back again. i've met many people in the northern
hemisphere who were astonished to learn that it's at least a 3 hour
flight to get *anywhere* from nz. think london to istanbul, or paris
to moscow - that's how close we are to australia; it's the tasman sea
not the english channel. if you're in europe & someone at home gets
sick or dies, you feel like you're on mars. anyone who's endured the
whole journey in one go (involving 2-3 flights & up to 40 hours in
travel-limbo) then spent 3 days falling asleep at inconvenient times
& unable to concentrate while you wait for your soul to arrive, knows
whether it's the whiff of the moss or the sight of the harbour cone,
the first (em)bracing gust of wind or the fine white sand between
your toes, we all recognise the emotional/sensory umbilical cord that
ties us to the land of our birth - and to other significant places (i
also feel it when the old JAT bus rolls me into the dusty streets of
belgrade). we're all from *somewhere* & that fact can be irrelevant
even as it permeates everything.
what does all this have to do with art? everything & nothing, imho
... it's been a pleasure to have contributed, albeit sporadically, to
aotearoa month on empyre & i hope you've found some small insight(s)
into this corner of the globe amongst it all.
ka kite ano,
h : )
helen varley jamieson: creative catalyst
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