the first of an intended series EXT. SCENIC DRIVE — MID AFTERNOON A late-model four-door Landrover (e.g. a Discovery) heads from Karekare North-West along Scenic Drive. INT. LANDROVER — CONTINUOUS A woman in her early to mid forties drives, GENEVIEVE MARTEL. She is dressed casually, pants, a top and low-heeled sandals.

C stands in front of a black and white video still – the face of a woman in close up. C One must first divest oneself of the notion of the unknowable, of the Unknown: silk is over the photo, silk of the process. A procedural coating, like albumen – silver nitrate

the cemetery of principle, part 2 (link to part 1) EXT. FEDERAL ST. ENVIRONS — MORNING Our man, BERNARDO, hurries across Federal Square, radio mic in place!, in front of us: he is aware of the cumbersome nature of our apparatus but keen to show us something. BERNARDO There’s something

presented to Christchurch City Council soon after the earthquake of 22 February, 2011. I have revised the following slightly to present it here. We, the people of New Zealand, make the gift to Christchurch of a glass-fibre infrastructure along with a data-pipeline connecting it to the world. This is the

Who in his right mind would talk about making soap from human remains if he didn’t do it, in a memoir he never expected to be read? The attack on memory always bothers me. You can’t discount memories of people. – Ben Hirsch I think in abstract art perhaps