Migration Prose final Exeter Remains

Engraved into the smooth blue porcelain of the Devon blue ware, is the saying “Like the blue of Devon I’m from heaven” the jug sits comfortably on the shelf as the heirloom gathers dust. The blue of Devon jugs that have been collected and compiled together and have a range of different sayings on some of them and others none. But the one stating “like the blue of Devon I’m from heaven” stands out the most as it is unique and unlike any of the other sayings that crowd around it. The tactile object holds its place as a nostalgic object of my families past. As I sit and imagine how it would have been like back in England actually using these items like the milk jug that is so precious to us now as it is no longer filled with milk but rather the memories and the significance that it is filled to the brim with. The contrast between both the blue and the crème colour that makes the writing stand out on the porcelain and the numerous jugs become an icon that sits in my mother’s glass cabinet that is accompanied by many other things that are priceless possessions that commerates and exhibits  our migration from Exeter all the way to New Zealand.

Slumped beside one of the jugs is a tattered and dust gathering sailor doll once presented to my mother  as she made her voyage from England to New Zealand by boat. The colours faded it has obviously had better days, yet it still has the same smiling face that gleams at you and captures your heart in a glance.  Easily held by a little child’s hand the much loved doll dressed up in the sailor costume threadbare and fraying at some parts has gotten the worst being dragged around and tossed into copious amounts of scenarios that are soon to be forgotten. That only the 50’s style doll could handle, because the things that were made and created in that decade, were meant to last another few decades.

Bright and shiny placed in protective frames are the war medals achieved by both my grandfather and great grandfather in world wars the medals signify their hard work to defend our country and  

The bright colouring of the ribbons has a rough yet silky feel and haptic look to it. The gold and other metal medals hang perfectly on the strong ribbons, imprinted into the medals wordings and images embossed and engraved into the medals. Symbolic to my grandfathers the war memorabilia creates a nostalgic feel that projects these remembrances of what we learnt about war in history class at school. Although very different the knowledge that we educate ourselves with compares nothing to the honest experience that my grandparents experienced whilst in the midst of the combat of world wars.

Despite this shelf the only other place the holds the nostalgic heirlooms is tucked away deep in my mother’s jewellery box for safe keepings. Are the rings of my grandparents and further down the line. Engagement rings and more the stunningly beautiful jewellery waits patiently for it to be one day treasured. Just like the other heirlooms that are placed in my surroundings of my own home.

X Ways of Looking at a Teacup

Filled with tea

Hot coco and coffee

Warms you up on the unbearable days

They serve as protection to the icy temperature.

 

A holder for trinkets,

A decorative way of displaying, your precious objects

Whilst staying organised and ordered.

 

Years of use and multiple abuse

The chipped and cracked antique teacup

Now holds its place.

Soon to be packed up with a million other, seemingly  useless things,

Only to gather dust.

 

Found in a dusty box

Placed away perhaps for safe keepings

Only to have is passed down for a child to dress up and reinact

Her wild imagination.

 

Tossed alongside with the mismatched crockery,

The tea party commences

Mad hatter and all

The water in place of actual tea

Her youth disallowing her from the scalding hot liquid.

 

Chipped from countless amounts of tea parties

The mad hatter was soon disinvited.

 

Starwaka Style poem Toto the Death Trap Car

From point A to point B

The transporting of sisters

Only granting memories to grow

Fights, laughs road-trips and more

The many memories collected and crammed into the truck

Of old little Toto the death trap car.

Radio blaring only to compete with the signing of two sisters

As the Corolla repetitively lurches forward…

Until coming to a complete stop.

But now Toto has morphed

From the once rusted, threat to life and limb

 To working like a new car

The breaks replaced and all

It’s gonna take a little time to get used to the new Toto

Exeter Remains. (1st Draft)

Engraved into the smooth blue porcelain of the Devon blue ware, is the saying “Like the blue of Devon I’m from heaven” the jug sits comfortably on the shelf as the heirloom gathers dust. The blue of Devon jugs that have been collected and compiled together and have a range of different sayings on some of them and others none. But the one stating “like the blue of Devon I’m from heaven” stands out the most as it is unique and unlike any of the other sayings that crowd around it. The tactile object holds its place as a nostalgic object of my families past. As I sit and imagine how it would have been like back in England actually using these items like the milk jug that is so precious to us now as it is no longer filled with milk but rather the memories and the significance that it is filled to the brim with. The contrast between both the blue and the crème colour that makes the writing stand out on the porcelain and the numerous jugs become an icon that sits in my mother’s glass cabinet that is accompanied by many other things that are priceless possessions that commerates and exhibits  our migration from Exeter all the way to New Zealand.

Slumped beside one of the jugs is a tattered and dust gathering sailor doll once presented to my mother  as she made her voyage from England to New Zealand by boat. The colours faded it has obviously had better days, yet it still has the same smiling face that gleams at you and captures your heart in a glance. The sailor costume threadbare and fraying at some parts has gotten the worst being dragged around and tossed into copious amounts of scenarios that are soon to be forgotten. That only the 50’s style doll could handle, because the things that were made and created in that decade were meant to last another few decades.

Associative Writing

Associative writing exercise from the Exhibition of Caryline Boreham and Renee Bevan  called "Firstcomer"
The painting confuses me slightly by the way that is daunting creepy as if the person spying on me. But you could also say that from the person in the photograph view, they have tunnel vision by the way that they have small holes for their eyes leaving them with hardly any peripheral vision only being able to see what is right in front of them as if they are on a journey  and are unable to get distracted by things on the side-line that could prevent them from seeing out what they want to do meaning that the person is completely  focused and isn’t letting anything get in the way  of them carrying on that journey. The picture also could have something to do with the fact that the person is looking through the job section of the newspaper were that could suggest that they are in need and searching for a job and that could explain the somewhat angry and jealous observing the people which are not in view that may have jobs, creating the voyeuristic feel where the person in the photograph desperately wants something and is slowly figuring out how to get it.

Bastion point and Manet Response

With both the lectures about the artist Manet and the documentary about Bastion Point are both about the displacement of people where they are being moved to another place. This was done by the government, like for instance the artist Manet and many other Parisian people were forced to move out of the newly renovated and developed city out to the country and other parts of France. This was because of the high living costs that came along with living in Paris. This influenced Manet’s artworks as he painted the displacement of people in Paris, and how they were displaced and forced them to move out of the city. This is also subtly critiqued the ‘salon’, whom only exhibited artists that showed merit and academically taught. Through the modernisation of Paris and the displacement of its people created urged the artists to respond to the evolving modernisation of Paris throughout their work. This made the artist’s work develop into a modern style and thus creation of modernism within art. This is similar and relates to Bastion point and the documentary   and how the government forced the people off the land. This documentary was really formative as I was unaware of the protests and occupation of Bastion point. It was also interesting out find out what happened and how it has affected our country and shows the connection to the modernism of Paris where people had to leave their precious homes. This is similar to Bastion Point as the Maoris were moved off the land into state housing, but unlike the Parisian’s the Maoris fought back against the government by occupying the land of Bastion point until they forced and escorted off the land by the government and police. But them occupying  the land did pay off because later on the government decided that Bastion point was indeed Maori land so no developments was too happen there, so it was left as untouched land.