Thursday, 19 November 2015

Mangaia taku enua


Me finally with my drawings up

my works titled
"Mangaia Taku Enua"

My family cave


It took a while but I'm happy with them


"Te Vaarua" 
A road use to go up to the Makatea, (upper levels of the Island"

People walking passed my work
People actually looking at my work!

Locations of places with fond memories 

our very small airport
"Tangike na konei mai ra"
Hello and welcome to Mangaia





Person looking at my work

Me and my work

shows i went to

Albert


Graces show





Jackson's / Alberts









Kristian



Pati



Samantha




Shanaz




Vicky


















Evaluation of my show


Mangaia taku enua
Mangaia my Island
pronounced Muh-nga-ee-ah


All in all I was pleased with how my works we were presented. Presenting it like it was an image on a wall in a gallery was how I wanted it to look. I know I could've done it other ways by having it on a piece of wood to give it a 3 dimensional look but i wanted people to admire the work as a drawing on its own. to have anything else in the space would raise questions that could only be answered by me with "because it looks pretty". my works were inexpensive compared to the amount of money others in class have spent. I felt like in this class you either had sore hands, or sore wallets. I'm a drawer so my hands hurt after I finally finished them. But i guess that is what it takes to be professional. It was rewarded with all the comments i got. The first one to see all my finished works together on m wall at home was my dad and my brother. My Dad was extremely proud. When i first told him the idea of wanting to draw the images of locations in Mangaia he encouraged me in that fatherly slightly patronizing way, but when he saw them he didn't realize I could pull of somthing like this which was insulting and pleasing at the same time. He knew the places straight away which was a plus. My brother, who is my biggest critic was impressed as well which made me feel awesome. They both helped me put my work up, and tried to make it to other shows on Thursday as well but only got to see Alberts and Jacksons, They were impressed by the wall spaces in our year 2 room, my brother being slightly intimidated by the level of skills oozing through the everyone's work. They wanted to see the rest of the shows but needed to go home and pack for their trip to Wellington. I'm grateful and humbled that they traveled the 2.5 hour drive here leaving at 5am the morning of my show. They were my biggest supporters along with my partner Kim, Debs, Shanaz, Phil and  Kross. I documented my work with the help of these people. I also managed to witness a few members of the public admiring my work was more then repayment for all the hard work that went into this. I didn't know that Rebecca and Francis had marked earlier and my Family felt sad they didn't get to be apart of a proper viewing of my work with my tutors, but it happens. My goal was to evoke memories in Mangaians with my work, and to share my images to the Otara Community, I done both, and I'm happy with the outcome. 

The story of my cave I drew in my work

Here is a story from Howard Henry . . .
Taipiro was a twelve year old boy who belonged to the Ngati-Tane Tribe of Mangaia in Pre-European times. 
One day he joined fishermen of a neighbouring tribe in a fishing expedition.
When they finished fishing and began to devide the catch, there was no portion of catch given to Taipro.
What a tragic mistake this turned out to be . . .
Fishing for his supper
One day Taipiro was walking along the beach when he saw a number of men from a neighbouring tribe enter the lagoon
 after which they then started fishing. Given that he had nothing else to do for the rest of the day, Taipiro decided to join 
these men.

So he went into the lagoon and helped them with their fishing expedition. Taipiro did not know any of these men. But for 
him it helped pass the time of day. However, Taipiro was very much aware of the custom of the island in that all those 
who went fishing and participated in the expedition, would receive an equal share of the catch once the fishing had 

concluded. With that consideration in mind Taipiro was actually working for his supper that evening and participating in 
this fishing expedition in order to receive a share of the catch at the end of the day.

That was the tradition of Mangaia. That was the custom which prevailed.


No fish for Taipiro

As the sun set in the west and dusk began to descend upon the island, the various fishermen called a halt to their 
activities in the lagoon. They then gathered on the beach and began sharing out the catch between themselves.

However, as the sharing of fish took place, Taipiro was not given a share because those who divided up the catch 
considered that he was only a boy and therefore did not qualify to receive a portion of what they had collectively caught. 
Even though Taipiro had worked as hard as the rest of the men, he was still considered “not suitable” to be given part of 
what they had caught that afternoon.

In addition to this, many of the fishermen were of the view that because Taipiro was not part of their tribe, then they were 
not obligated to give him a portion anyway. As he belonged to another clan, then it was up to that clan to feed him. So 
once again the rest of the fishermen did not feel they owed Taipiro a portion of what they had caught.

After all the fish had been distributed and Taipiro had it confirmed that he was not getting a share, he sat with his head 
hung low and began to cry in a very sorrowful way.

He cried firstly because he was in shame at not being recognised as a person worthy of a portion of fish, and secondly 
because he was upset that the traditional custom of Mangaia, to share a fishing catch equally amongst all those who took 
part, had been violated.

There was only one man in the fishing party who felt sorry for Taipiro. This person went and sat next to him and said 
“There is enough in my share for both of us. You cook … then – we eat.”

As the rest of the fishermen lit fires and began to cook their meals, Taipiro also lit a fire and began cooking fish for he and 
his fisherman friend to eat as well.

As the sun went down below the western horizon, Taipiro and his friend sat together and ate the fish which constituted 

the man’s portion of the catch. By the time everyone had finished their meal it was dark and therefore too late to return to 
their homes. So they all went, and after entering one of the many caves in the area, the fishermen then prepared to rest 
and sleep for the night.

“Sleep close to me”

As the group of men settled down for the rest of the night, Taipiro whispered quietly into the ear to his friend : “Don’t sleep 
with the others. I am afraid. So please make sure you sleep close to me.”

Taipiro’s fisherman friend therefore made a bed for both of them near the cave entrance and in due course everyone 
soon settled down to rest for the night. Sometime later when everyone in the cave was asleep, Taipiro quietly rose from 
his bed and discreetly left the cave without anyone, including his friend, seeing him leave. Taipiro then ran through the 
night and returned home to his village and to his Ngati-Tane tribe.

When he got there he told his elders what had happened to him that day.

Taipiro told how he had gone fishing with men from the neighbouring tribe and how he was then snubbed and ignored 
when it came to sharing out the catch and how he was not given any share of the fish.

Upon hearing this news concerning a major violation of the fishing custom of Mangaia, the Ngati-Tane tribal leaders 
therefore sought revenge for this insult to Taipiro, and through him they sought revenge for the insult inflicted on their 
tribal identity. So various warriors of the Ngati-Tane tribe then armed themselves with the best weapons they had 
available and returned with Taipiro to the cave where the fishermen were sleeping.


When they were a short distance away from the cave entrance, Taipiro caused those warriors to pause for a moment. He 


then asked the rest of his tribe not to attack the fishermen inside the cave until he had returned.

“Run away as quickly as you can”

They all agreed to this and so Taipiro went forward alone. He quietly sneaked back into the cave where he woke his 
fisherman friend. Taipiro then whispered in his ear “run away as quickly as you can without making a sound and without 
disturbing the rest of the sleeping fishermen.”

The man instantly knew that danger was in the air. So he did not question or argue with Taipiro but simply left his bed. 
After “quietly” leaving the cave without disturbing the sleeping fishermen, the man then ran from the area as fast as he 
could and subsequently returned to his home village.

Once this fisherman had left the vicinity, Taipiro returned to his tribesmen and gave them the “all clear.” The tribesmen of 
Taipiro then moved up to the cave entrance in silence and “quietly” went inside totally undetected by all the other 
fishermen who were still fast asleep. Once they were inside the cave, the warriors of the Ngati-Tane tribe then moved 

through the various fishermen and slaughtered them one by one as each of them lay sleeping.

By the time Taipiro and the Ngati-Tane left the cave, around twenty fishermen from the neighbouring tribe had been 
killed. The only one who had his life spared was the man who recognised the injustice handed out to Taipiro and 
therefore shared with him his portion of the fish that had been caught that day. As a result of this slaughter, Taipiro and 
the Ngati-Tane had extracted their revenge for the insult imposed on the young man the previous day.

The cave where this event happened is known as the “Cave of Sleepers”.

“Don’t forget Taipiro?”

When on Mangaia if one feels, for whatever reason, that he or she has not received a fair share of food in particular, then 
one needs only to mutter the words “Do not forget Taipiro?” and ones plate will immediately be filled to overflowing point 
with food.

The story of Taipiro is one of revenge in which an entire tribe retaliated as a result of an insult to a twelve-year-old boy. 
They subsequently killed around 20 fishermen from another tribe on the basis that these men did not give him a portion 
of the fish they had collectively caught that day and because in their “meanness” they totally violated one of the 
traditional customs of Mangaia.    

The fisherman who did not insult Taipiro was the only one to survive.

He therefore lived … to tell this story of – “Taipiro and The Cave of Sleepers”.

3 spaces i visited for possible shows












This is a church in Tokoroa where my family goes for family gatherings. I thought this place would be  good to show as my family comes here alot and they would recognize the places i drew. The only problem was it was a three hour drive from here (otara) and therefore not appropriate. If i had thee choice though I would have wanted it here more.
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I would have liked to show either in the window, or in the foyer but when I went to this place, I could only get pictures from outside as it was closed.








 
This is the Ivirua House, a homestead for people of ivirua (my village) descent. I would have liked to have it in the halls of this lace because this is home away from home in a sense. most Mangaian "Terepatis" (travelling groups from mangaia" com here and this would have been the second perfect place I could have showed my work. They may definitely recognize where this work is from.
The only problem was I couldn't get in contact with a certain auntie of mine whom is normally in charge. I was told she was in the Islands, from relatives after a long list of calling different people.



Otara window space is my choice of venue for my show which is close to me, more available to me and my works would fit perfectly in the space. i like the framing of the plants that grow around them too.