Horo
600mm mixed media on pine
By Julia Kihi-Coates
Over the past few months I’ve watched from afar an entire city of people be bombed and burnt to the ground for all the world to see. We have the privilege of going about our everyday lives as masses of people stumble through the burning, blackened rubble and their blood stains the earth red. Some choose to flee with their whānau, in the hopes that one day they will return home. While others choose to stay, preferring to die on their whenua than to leave it.
This piece symbolises the deep rooted connection that indigenous people’s have to the whenua and the blood that has been spilt over defending it.
600mm mixed media on pine
By Julia Kihi-Coates
Over the past few months I’ve watched from afar an entire city of people be bombed and burnt to the ground for all the world to see. We have the privilege of going about our everyday lives as masses of people stumble through the burning, blackened rubble and their blood stains the earth red. Some choose to flee with their whānau, in the hopes that one day they will return home. While others choose to stay, preferring to die on their whenua than to leave it.
This piece symbolises the deep rooted connection that indigenous people’s have to the whenua and the blood that has been spilt over defending it.
600mm mixed media on pine
By Julia Kihi-Coates
Over the past few months I’ve watched from afar an entire city of people be bombed and burnt to the ground for all the world to see. We have the privilege of going about our everyday lives as masses of people stumble through the burning, blackened rubble and their blood stains the earth red. Some choose to flee with their whānau, in the hopes that one day they will return home. While others choose to stay, preferring to die on their whenua than to leave it.
This piece symbolises the deep rooted connection that indigenous people’s have to the whenua and the blood that has been spilt over defending it.