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photography ~ black & whites #12

black & whites #12

#black&whites #mybackyard #grass #beach #beachlife #nature #beauty #love #macro #monochrome #photoblog #photograph #photography #kpm©

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artivism ~ #lestweforget – te ngutu o te manu

translation : ‘the Beak of the Bird’

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every year we remember the queen and her god dam birthday.

it has no relevance to us and if anything, is a fucking insult.

her imported colonial disease ridden troops,

borrowed from all corners of the globe.

stolen from other countries and cultures they had killed off.

absorbing their people into their front line troops.

expendable i think they call them.

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of this batch, came mongrels.

commemorated mongrels.

that have streets and parks named after them.

plaques and crosses erected in their honour.

scattered all over our land

stand their erections of dysfunction.

it reads the dead memory:

this cross is erected in memory

of the officers & men who fell or died

from wounds received near this spot

in engagements with the maori tribes on the night

of August 20th and the morning of

August 21st 1868 and on September 7th 1868.

and 1oo years on

they remembered tangata whenua

as an after thought they named one,

and mention those

who were not caught up in an engagement.

but were defending their lands.

their homes.

their families.

their right.

to live.

their turangawaewae.

it reads:

Te Ngutu O Te Manu

This domain marks the locality of the fortified village Te Ngutu o te Manu

which in 1868 was the headquarters of the Maori tohunga and warrior chief,

Titokowaru.

On 21 August 1868 it was attacked and partially destroyed

by colonial forces commanded by Lieutenant~Colonel McDonnell.

A second assault made on 7 September by a combined European and Maori force,

resulted in a decisive victory for the defenders.

Among those killed on this occasion was Inspector Von Tempsky

of the Armed Constabulary who led one of the three

detachments of the attacking forces.

and still its commemoration

is polluted with blaming language.

the type that makes the engage-ees

complicit in their own demise.

and places the perpetrator in a more

respectable, victorious and historic light.

but no mention, other than the word ‘village’

denotes the sanctity of this place.

the place; when your feet touch the ground

you can hear the children,

and the soothing song of their mamas.

where; as you brush your finger tips over the branches,

you can smell the blood.

the tears.

where you can feel the war cry.

where you can feel the strategy,

the survival.

in the sunshine and the rain

you can feel their voices

whispering their strength

whispering their lives.

you can feel their voices

raging against the invasion

standing under the power of their ancient maunga

and their beautiful tipuna.

#lestweforget

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photography ~ my backyard #28

my backyard #28

my backyard #28

my backyard #28

my backyard #28

#mybackyard #well2fencesover #bird #seagull #birdbath #ocean #tangaroa #nature #love #photoblog #photograph #photography

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photography ~ my backyard #27

my backyard #27

#mybackyard #flowers #flowerporn #daisy #butterfly #beauty #nature #photoblog #photograph #photography #kpm©

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artivism ~ deconstruction

analysis
əˈnalɪsɪs/
detailed examination of the elements or structure of something.
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deconstruction
diːk(ə)nˈstrʌkʃ(ə)n/
a method of critical analysis of philosophical and literary language which emphasizes the internal workings of language and conceptual systems, the relational quality of meaning, and the assumptions implicit in forms of expression.
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Depending on how you look at something, the view will always be different. Depending on who is doing the looking, the view will also always be different.
The art of dismantling something so that you can see it from a different perspective, is analysis and deconstruction.
In art terms, it works just the same way.
You start with something reasonably mundane.
Like a washing machine.
And you strip it down to its larger parts.
Then you take those larger parts and dismantle them further.
You view them from different angles.
It always looks different depending on where your looking ‘from’.
And it looks bigger or smaller, depending on how much you’re focussing on it and fading out whats around it.
I love this perspective. The ability to see something in it’s totality –
And then in its totality as an ‘individual’ thing.
Being able to appreciate the function of ‘items’:
And then the uniqueness and beauty of the intricacies of each of those parts.
And depending on where you’re looking, you’ll see beauty in the most unusual places.
And this is how I view my world;
And the world around Me.

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