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Thanks for the invitation to your Blues Festival community - a little about me (a blues lover) - and the place I live in (my actual community) - inanga.

I live in Jville (Johnsonville), Aotearoa (New Zealand) and I derive a lot of inspiration from my immediate surroundings. Johnsonville, as suburbanly interesting as it is, can be found on the attached Google map. Just zoom in, go to New Zealand (where there are a lot of flags), zoom in again close to Wellington, and just to the north-west is Jville. If you came in by something like 'Jeff Jville' you may wish to view more of my art - CLICK ' > inanga >' at top left of this page.

Have you ever heard the band Dave Warner and From the Suburbs, a Western Australian band, sing 'I'm just a suburban boy, And I know what it's like to be rejected every night...' Jville's a bit like that...

Enjoy Jville NZ - I continue to do so.

inanga
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inanga > Mt Kau Kau Either Way acrylic, gouache, oil and silver cigarette paper on canvas 2007 800mm x 300mm Ngakaitiaki: J and L
inanga > Mt Kau Kau: It's Child's Play this Swirling One of Ms P's kids did this with a little direction - not bad for a nine year old eh?
inanga > Old Coach Road In Yoga we say ‘You only have the moment at the end of your foot’. This simple epithet means a lot to me as it is perhaps it unites all we think about in Sufi when we say ‘When you are walking always look at your feet, because that metaphorically describes exactly where you are’. It also unites the moment as described in Celtic epistemology ‘Past is Present is Future’. It is as this moment. An individual soul in its temporary 3-D body, equipped to move the material world to and fro according to the seed of an idea. Ms P hands me a photo she had saved for years and in that instant I am reminded of the Old Coach Road above Johnsonville. The photo becomes the moment and my 5-D brain goes into overdrive as to how it can be preserved in this 3-D world for a little longer. I pick up a frame rested against a wall. It was a few feet from where I was metaphorically looking at my foot a nanosecond before. Bob Marley and the Wailers clip backwards and forwards – ‘Now that you’ve seen the light, Stand up for your rights, Get up, Stand up, Don’t give up the fight’. I remember my mate Randy thumping out ‘All Along the Watchtower’ to an appreciate crowd in the nightclub district in Cotonou, Benin. I ponder at this instant the future. Past is present is future in the gloriousness of the NOW. There is only this instant in God’s universal, eternal succession of moments. The chemical synapses respond faster than light and I see Angelique Kidjo belting out ‘Akwaba’, and a bunch of Rastas in Jah’s Paradise singing these lyrics from my mate Andy’s song: PARLEY WITH BOB MARLEY Often when I think of magic moments in Trenchtown, It’s like water running down a sink My face lit up with a frown The gift of God had run out But Jah won’t let me drown. For its time for us to parley Messages of the good Bob Marley Hey play some reggae beat Jamaican food I like to eat Haitian girls I’d like to treat Come take a seat As we parley to the good Bob Marley Yeah we parley…. Hey play some reggae beat for us Bob You were the man for the job Snap them all to attention Sing a song about redemption, Glory, glory halleluiah Sending Jah Almighty to ya Tin drums rattle around Bringing out our Wellington crowd De sign might say no smoking allowed Allowed But I smell a fragrant cloud As we parley to the good Bob Marley Repeat verse one with B-minor to A What in the name of Schrodinger’s Damn Cat has this got to do with a photograph turning into a painting? (Absolutely zilch if the truth is told.) So I have this moment in a succession of moments – a photograph, frame with glass and backing board, paints, brushes, Bob Marley, Andy and Randy, Angelique, spray cans, U-Tube and a USB clip. What is left? God has provided the idea of the action, the tools for the action – the instruments, the moment has been created, and you are there to carry out the action. It is time to subsume the will of your egoistic 3-D self to the will of God. What is required to perform the actions of God is total surrender. Emancipate yourself from mental slavery For none but us can free our minds The photo is pasted to the backing board and a scene is carefully imitated around it. Chaos adds the spice of the Phi-swirl and the wrong end of the brush hastily sketches a fence. The photo becomes part of the painted landscape crisscrossed by shadow and No 8 fencing wire. Ms P cleans the glass and after the paint has dried I give her the Old Coach Road above Jville. I wash the brushes diligently, never knowing when I will have to fully surrender again. Just watch my foot, I am, surrendered in the moment. Acrylic, spray paint, oil, photograph (framed by the artist) on board, 2008 760mm x 540mm inanga
inanga > Sunflowers 3-D: Old Coach Road oil, gesso, acrylic and sunflowers on board frame 2007 FOR SALE POA
inanga > Makara Beach Collage photography and paintings by inanga, collage courtesy of Picasa 3, SmugMug, Google and Mozilla Firefox 2009 Ms P had a great idea today (1 June) - let's take the 100,000 painting collages and turn them into jigsaws. How about 200,000 images of paintings? i just said 'Stop that.' inanga
inanga > The Day of the Triffids, Ohariu Valley I hate wind farms – and so does our god of the Winds, Tawhiri Matea. He particularly dislikes the arrangement around Palmerston North. Anyway I am doing the usual checking of my letterbox at the flats to see if there is another ten day notice to leave (for nonpayment of rent) and there is this pro-wind farm advice for residents of the Johnsonville – Ohariu region. The scissors appeared from nowhere, and like these giant ether swipers, started cutting. Three of the monsters metamorphosised and begged to be allowed to ravage the Makara and Ohariu regions. A few strokes of gesso, acrylic and a swirl of black in judicious spirals and the background to day of the triffids emerged. Then the triffids, and the cross. The people of the valleys appeal to Tawhiri Matea to hold aloft a Celtic Cross, gifted by our Blessed Lord Jesus Christ, to stay the invasion. The frame was ready made as the original picture – nothing to do with the subject matter – came from it. Gesso, acrylic, oil, collaged triffids and Celtic Cross, 2008 FOR SALE by the Owner POA. The greedy electricity retailer that put these monstosities up should buy this painting as penance. A mate of mine is setting up a website that will give you free vortex energy based on Victor Schauberger, Nicolai Tesla and www.waterwizards.co.nz. The feed is not live yet but it soon will be. It's about time we stopped paying greedy money hungry electricity multinationals for what is rightly ours - the right to the Blessings of God. You can have this statement in a painting if you pull these down - unless you charge the People of the Land (tangatawhenua) a fair rate. We ask no more! In New Zealand, not our dream of Aotearoa, the government of the day handed the sale of generated electricity over to private interests in the hope that it would become more accessible to the general population. Now the average Kiwi battler would tell you '...that's a bloody joke'. Peter Garrett reminds me: 'The rich get richer, the poor get the picture, and the bombs never hit you, when you are down so low.' inanga
inanga > Triffids, Ohariu Photographic study for 'Day of the Triffids, Ohariu Valley smuggers in blues festival - we need a number about desecration of pristine landscape - doesn't matter if it's like the worst country & western tune i ever heard (in a saloon in Strawberry, Az, in my drinking days). I had many bluesy moments there... inanga
inanga > WWW Connection: Kau Kau, Johnsonville One of three almost identical paintings I did with Ms P's kids one sunny afternoon in Jville. We are not sure who painted which! So this is included as a representative sample. inanga
inanga > Mt Kau Kau, Johnsonville: Anyway Up collage courtesy of Picasa, SmugMug, Google and Mozilla Firefox 2009 Original artwork: inanga; photography: mfnw
Mt Kau Kau Either Way

acrylic, gouache, oil and silver cigarette paper on canvas 2007

800mm x 300mm

Ngakaitiaki: J and L
> Mt Kau Kau Either Way acrylic, gouache, oil and silver cigarette paper on canvas 2007 800mm x 300mm Ngakaitiaki: J and L
Mt Kau Kau Either Way

acrylic, gouache, oil and silver cigarette paper on canvas 2007

800mm x 300mm

Ngakaitiaki: J and L
Camera: Fujifilm (Finepix S20pro ) |
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Original size: 2723px x 1340px |
Current: 400px x 197px |
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