Waiheke Blokes

Waiheke Blokes – part of the Auckland Festival of Photography (Fringe)

I’m always up for an exhibition of black and white photography.  Back in the days of film I spent many happy hours in the dark room developing and printing, so I’m off to the Red Shed in Palm Beach for the opening of Waiheke Blokes – Environmental Portraits of local men, many of them local characters and each may be considered a work of art in their own right.

L to R Stephen Burn/Shelley Wood Ernie Ford/Jakob Legge Bob Edward Hiko/Kai Otte
L to R Stephen Burn/Shelley Wood
Ernie Ford/Jakob Legge
Bob Edward Hiko/Kai Otte

It’s dark when I arrive at five minutes past six on a Friday night, to find there’s a premium on parking. It seems that Waihekeans don’t do ‘fashionably late’ and the shed is packed.  The eagle eye of organiser Linda Young spots my  solo entrance; welcomes me and points to the ‘man in the green jacket’ who is dispensing drinks.  So, clutching my plastic cup of Tui beer, I enter the ‘Man Cave’ where the work of 16 photographers, (two of them are senior art students from the High School) are displayed on recycled wooden pallets.   Is there  a  typical Wahiheke look?  I’ve been looking at people to try and work this one out without success.  This exhibition has a good selection of the craggy faced and skinny with long hair and flowing white beard type of bloke. You can see younger versions, bare-footed and wearing shorts in the supermarket car-park in the summer getting ready to move into this slot.  There are, however plenty of other character types like the bee-keeper, the classical conductor and my favourite, the coffee roaster.

Here is a list of subjects and their photographers:

Rhys Hughes by Gordon Cuthbert : Craig yw fy awyd ers cyn fy magu. Mae’r creigiau a’r yr ynys yn adlewyrchu y pobl, lliwgar, wythienau wahanol a elfenau manwl. Craig imi yw yr ysbryd, y Blwch, raid gwrando gyda dy fysedd. Craig yw’r ceidwad y cof, dwi’n teimlo fel llyfrgellydd!

Stone has been my passion since before childhood. Waiheke stone reflects the people here – colourful, full of elaborate seams and various elements. Stone for me is being the space, being present without thinking, listening to stone with your fingers. Stone is the record keeper, somedays I feel like a librarian!

Graham Hooper by Phillipa Karn: Eco Friendly Music Loving Photographer

Alex Stone by Richard van Kuyk: “The pen is mightier than the sword”

L to R Alex Stone/richard van Kuyk Robert Harris/Polly Nash Bernard Rhodes/Leah Beaumont
L to R
Alex Stone/richard van Kuyk
Robert Harris/Polly Nash
Bernard Rhodes/Leah Beaumont

Malcolm Philcox by Heather Arthur: “Waiheke has made me the bloke I am!”

Robert Harris by Polly Nash: “Working together for the common good”

Stephen Burn by Shelley Wood: Coffee ……. it’s a love affair!

Ernie Ford by Jakob Legge: Enclosure Bay local Ernie Ford is well at home in the water as his youth was filled with snorkeling and swimming in the Enclosure Bay rock pools. These pictures are taken at Divers Rock which is one of Waiheke’s classic hangout spots for teenagers.

Bob Edward Hiko by Kai Otte: An island resident for over forty years, Bob is always ready to help anyone in the community in need.  He worked as a fisherman before he retired. Bob was 73 when I photographed him at the Rocky Bay Store, a place he visited frequently before it burned down.

Trevor Darvill by Carol Pearce: My Man Caves, two sheds on Waiheke Island!  It was my romantic idea of living like Robinson Crusoe. Responsible for self-sufficiency.  Planting trees, using wood to cook and heat the house. Providing my own water supply, food production, waste disposal, solar panels providing household electricity and charging my electric car.

Paul Stanley-Hunt by Graham Rook: “The Sunshine Man” enjoys the eclectic mix and eccentricity of the island people and their lifestyles.  Endeavours to promote colour and wellbeing in people through his music and bring enjoyment and happiness to visitors and children.

Danny Shortland by Jan Robertson: One of the highest ranked honours you can have is to feed people. As you get older you may forget the names and the faces but you never forget the food.

Floris Roggeveen by Anne Robinson: Floris has worked as a chemist, and a potter, and he loves to engage with the elements, physically, mentally and spiritually. He enjoys the uniqueness, solitude and diversity of Waiheke Island.  His light-hearted, joyous attitude was easily captured in this portrait.

Richard Melville by Rosemary Adler: Bringing his wealth of knowledge and years of experience, Richard takes a moment to pause and reflect before rehearsing  Beethoven’s Mass in C major with the Waiheke Choral Society.

Bernard Rhodes by Leah Beaumont: Busily working I’m reminded of what Ratty said to Mole in “The Wind in the Willows”: “Believe me, my young friend, there is NOTHING – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats” (Kenneth Grahame, 1908), and take time to enjoy the beauty of it all.

Paul Rhind by Linda Young: As individuals we work against the tide of our times, attempting to keep the balance between the hand of man and machines. Striving to maintain mans uniqueness, the individual mark we bring to our surrounds and pass on with our works has, in a small way, a dignity and distinction.

Glenn Fowler by Bob Scott: Visited Waiheke in the early 70’s, starting a love affair with the island, which continues today. Finally moved here in 2006. My dream job, a tour driver, showing our beautiful island to visitors. Each day someone will say ”Do you live here? You’re so lucky!” And yes we are!

This is a new group of people for me, so at first I can’t see anyone I know.  Playwright, Colin catches my eye across the room and we talk about writing.  He also paints and has sold a piece to a Russian, he tells me but sadly not one of those rich oligarchs. Then I spot Annette, who sells me her fabulous Te Whau olive oil at the Rocky Bay Hall on a Thursday.  She is planting lots of native trees on their place, so there’s a possibility of finding homes for some of my seedlings which have germinated in abundance.

By now the crowd has dispersed and there’s room to take a closer look at the exhibition and chat to photographer Richard, who has captured artist and Gulf News contributor Alex Stone.

It’s on until June 21st Sat & Sun 10am – 4pm.  Well worth a visit and the prints are on sale.

ANZAC Arts on Waiheke

After the emotionality of the ANZAC service at Ostend, Waiheke Island, then retiring home to listen to the live radio broadcast of the dawn service at Gallipoli, it seems madness to attend ‘War is and Avalanche’ in the evening at the Waiheke High School Hall.  I’ve booked a ticket and feel obliged to now turn up and support local composer and lyricist, John Mckay.  He has been awarded a grant fro the Waiheke Local Board to compose and perform a contemporary song cycle based on letters from ANZAC soldiers at Gallipoli.

War is an Avalanche
War is an Avalanche

First impressions of the Hall are one of austerity, with very hard seats and no ambience.  The Narrator of the piece, Pat Urlich, a well known local vocalist, is sorting out his spotlight with the lighting box when I arrive.  There’s a band comprised of: John Mackay on keyboards, supported by guitar, base and drums.  As the lights go out, the poor ambience of the hall fades as suddenly we are engaged by the rich tenor voice of young Maori professional singer/actor Rutene Spooner. Pat Urlich isn’t singing tonight (except in some pre-recorded vocals), he’s showing of his deep chocolaty speaking voice to great effect in the telling of the Gallipoli Story.  There’s no sentimentality here, he tells it as it is.  Rutene is joined by Mezzo, Eve-Marie Hess, who has a most unusual quality to her voice. In some numbers it’s like a choir boy, opening up to a full chest belt (musical theatre style) when required.  The cycle is nine songs accompanied with fantastic graphic images, by Bruce Woods, projected onto an up-stage screen. The songs cover a range of themes, beginning with the horror of it all in A Hole in Hell. Sexual tension and frustration between soldiers and nurses is explored in I’ve Got an Itch and party mentality on leave (because tomorrow we may die) gets the treatment in Paint the Moon.  The last song tells of a field of ghosts in Here is Tehono-i-wairua.  It’s the first time I’ve heard that over eighty thousand Ottoman Turks were killed here, some of them as young as fourteen. In the second half, soprano Rose Myer joins to make up a trio, adding a very high pure layer to the vocal mix.  There’s been no schmaltz or emotional manipulation here and the musical styles have ranged from contemporary lieder through the modern musical, jazz and an anachronistic slice of rock and roll.  We’ve been transported with delight by professional talent and the audience stands in ovation at the end.  The Waiheke Local Board has spent wisely here.

Gentler Than a Rifle Butt by Dean Parker

Gentler Than a Rifle Butt
Gentler Than a Rifle Butt

I know nothing about the play or the playwright, Dean Parker, except that this local production is an adaptation of his radio play.  To my embarrassment, I find that Dean’s been around writing since 1974.  Playmarket provides me with a list of his titles, some of which I have heard of. Nevertheless, it’s smacked wrists for me.

I’m attending the penultimate performance at the Omiha Hall in Rocky Bay, because I support the Hall and I can be ‘environmental’ and walk.  Walking down the hill on a damp, dark Friday evening in May at 6.30 is a challenge.  It’s been raining all day and although there is a gap, drops are still dripping from the trees, so that my umbrella is up.  Darkness between the sparsely spread street lighting necessitates the use of my wind up torch, requiring two hands.  This is particularly important going down ‘Agony Hill’ – a steep walkway with irregular steps.

The adaptation imagines the Narrator from the radio play as an academic lecturer with a slide show of images from Gallipoli and of the Protagonist poet, Rufus Dewar.  We are told that while he is not the best New Zealand Poet, he is (arguably) the most important in that he changed the course of poetry in this country. Rufus is an ex Auckland Grammar School boy (part of the establishment) and initially a war enthusiast.  Dylan Hinchey is almost perfect for the passionate poet who quickly gets a reality check.  Although he’s slightly too old for the part, he’s very sexy and disbelief is willingly suspended.  Predictably, he is wounded and ends up in hospital in Alexandra, a very angry man, ranting against the war and it’s waste of life.  His nurse, Cissie Kerrisk, intelligently played by Renee Cassely is initially horrified by his unpatriotic behaviour, but is gradually won over and they begin an affair.  Rufus posts all his poetry to his Mum and the lovers escape on a ship to America on the same day the ANZACS withdraw from Gallipoli, defeated.  Mrs Dewar tries to get the poems published, but they are deemed too unpatriotic and contrary to the war effort.  A small left wing printer takes up the task, but the book is immediately banned by the Government.  The printer, seeing an opportunity, prints more copies to distribute clandestinely.   Rufus and Cissie return to New Zealand to become the darlings of the growing anti war movement.  They are pursued around the country by a police officer, Arthur Craven, humorously played by Rocky Bay’s Grant Lilley.  There’s a revelation that in retrospect, makes sense.  Rufus is having an affair and Cissy finds out.  Rufus is bisexual (most gay men in New Zealand before 1986 were) and his lover might be the bachelor leader of the Labour Party, Joseph Savage.  Proof is offered in the form of the inscription inside Savage’s copy of Rufus’ war poems.  There is a peace rally due at the Auckland Town Hall, but the way is blocked by the police.  Rufus appears like a saviour and to the awe of the protesters and police flings open the doors of the hall.  The only character not in awe, Arthur Craven, pounces and kills the messianic poet with his kosh.  The Narrator tells us that on the 24th April 1916 Savage’s Labour Party swept to power and on the 25th the troops were recalled from the Great War.  It is here that knowledge of New Zealand history is needed because Dean Parker is a great story-teller, going to some length to suggest verisimilitude. He relies on the atrocious inattention by the New Zealand curriculum, which left generations ignorant of our heritage, preferring to dwell on British monarchs, European wars, the now discredited hero Edward Gibbon Wakefield of the New Zealand Company and a cute view of pre European Maori.

This is a ‘what if’ story.  By basing Rufus on the British War poets Parker has cleverly made them part of us.  Having caught us in his hook and reeled us in, he suggests that the reason for celebrating ANZAC day should be the recall of the troops home, not some landing on an isolated coast in a disastrous campaign ending in withdrawal.  The ending however, is too prolonged with the Narrator and the now dead Rufus in a duet of If you want to know where the Private is, which clearly is there to make the play the required length for the radio.

Makes you think, this sort of stuff, doesn’t it?  This may have been the last year I will attend and ANZAC parade.