[Click to hear RealAudio narration] | S e c r e t P l a c e s |
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by Hazel Smith | ||||||||||||||||||||||
This is the story of
Casuarina, but it is a story with several speakers. This is a story of separation,
bt also a tale of threading lost needles.
hs is a story of forests and flight-paths, songlines and This is a story which
spas for itself through mummified skins,
Cathy, wha s the thought you were dreaming? A man eving a room with a blood red door When
Casuaia was a child she grew the most Cass loves the simple
things in life, coffeand cakes, skimming the clothes off. Faces appear from abv and stare down at her but she doesnt min.She likes the way they look at her, she likeste way they stare at it. <>nbsp; Casuarina
whats needling you?/p>
I
just realised when Im enjoyin yself, its
always at someone elses expens./font> the silent slit from
which voices erupt a
book which stirs out of crinkled kns the
hollow cry of the hidden costs a
place which is every and no place you ko Cass,
which wastes do your thoughts inscribe? which
songs does your silence kill? which
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W e h a v e t
r a v e l l e d a l o n g w aynbsp; but
the We
stood in line at the de of the
pit. They started to shoot. My&nbs;daughter kept
saying These
are the stories of Casuarina, but these fables leap This
is a story of places and people but also the intertwining o pindles. This
is a story which pleads for itself through dread and delight,
secrets which listen. />
Cathy,
whose is the death you are grieving?/>
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Casuarina Woman -- on site NZ flax, twigs, Linen thread |
Installation view |
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Detail |
on-site of initiation |
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