I once made a series of photographs that I called Walking With Mr. Tuwhare, trying, quite unsuccessfully, to capture something of the feeling that the late Hone Tuwhare’s poems left me with. His friend, Ralf Hotere died in February this year. These photos are more literal, being simply snippets from the Hotere Garden Oputae.
I’m lucky enough to have seen quite a few of Ralf Hotere’s works over the years, mainly paintings. I saw three just today.