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Title

Poems for Independence

Slow fingertip thoughts

in the work of Tāwhirimātea

the silver wrinkled age of Unconditional beloved

Fools and dancing daughters

Here’s a night pities neither wise man nor fool (KL 3.ii)

All miraculous remains, in significance.

Details

1400 x 750mm
2021, Soft Pastel on paper.

Currently not for sale.

Process

Drawing the land and sky (and everything between, as they say), this large scale work was completed in late-2021, with a shameless look to Colin McCahon - the first artist I really studied in high school -  especially the Tau cruciform ('T') which emerged and still baffles me in a good way.

References

In te ao Māori, Tāwhirimātea is the god of weather - including thunder and lightning, wind, clouds and storms. He is a son of Papatūānuku (earth mother) and Ranginui (sky father).

"Here’s a night pities neither wise man nor fool" is a line spoken by the Fool in the storm scene of King Lear (Act 3, scene ii).

© 2025 by Byron Kinnaird

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