divendres, 5 de març del 2010

Whangaparoa & Mahurangi Regional Parks


Whangaparoa



Army Bay


The creation of the world
Io-the-parentless, who created all things, stirred in the Great Nothingness. In the eye of his mind he saw the universe as it would be, one source with infinite faces. From a single blade of grass to the tallest tree, a droplet of water to a bottomless sea, all things would be kin. In their kinship would be unique and the uniqueness would each hold endless potential, just as a tiny seed becomes a tree.


Io-the-source anchored himself. The dormandt seed of the universe was born and within its core lay the germ of all things. This was the time of Te Kore, the Boundless Potential where all things could be.



The Great Nothingness turned into night. It was a night of birthing, wher the vision of Io-who-sees-all could take form just as an embryo develops in the womb. The force of opposites was born.

Fire and water came to life. Earth and air were produced.


Ranginui the male, virile and active, was born. Papatūānuku the female, fertile and passive, came into being. 'Turn and face me', they whispered. 'Let me embrace all that you are.' They joined without condition in the embrace of lovers.


Clélia, reading under a tree in Shakespear Park

This was the time of Te Po, the Great Nights of coming into being.

Ranginui and Papatūānuku had seventy-seven sons. Seven of them emerged as leaders.

There was Tane, the catalyst, whose deeds would create the world. He would produce people, the trees of the forest and the birds of land and sea.
There was Tangaroa, who would lord over the ocean and waterways.
There was Tawhirimatea, the master of the winds and the elements.
Haumiatiketike would rule over the foods of nature.
Gentle Turongo would govern the cultivation of man.
Red faced Tūmatauenga would represent the indomitable fighting spirit of mankind.
Finally Whiro, the eldest of the seven, would become the balance keeper. He would attest all decisions and actions.
Legends of Aotearoa, by Chris Winitana

Ma Aroha a Roimata, ka heke
Ma Roimata taku ngakau, ka ea.
My love shall be the wellspring of my tears.
My tears shall clear my heart.

Art-déco, modern design



I will try here to explain shortly how I do understand the society in New Zealand, which is so different than my Catalan culture. This is the youngest country in the world, that is, inhabitated. The maori just arrived 1.000 years ago in 7 boats and discovered these two islands in the South Pacific. They called this region "Aotearoa", which means the "land of the great white clouds".



Kia aho matuahia te taketake
Kia Tuwaerea te tau.

When intuition replaces intellect,
knowlege turns to wisdom







These two islands were much wilder than the places they previously lived. The sea was stormier, the cliffs sharper, the climate very changeable and the vegetation more dense. The vulcanos erupted and the Mother Earth showed signs of being restless everywhere they went: Tane Mahuta, the god of the trees, Ranginui, of the skies and Papatanuaku, were the most significtive and Mother Earth won importance along the years.
Views of Shakespear Bay
The arrival of the Europeans was due to the Dutch seaman Abel Janszoon Tasman, who arrived to the Pacific after a long travel, on the 13 December 1642. Only five hundred years of convivence, democracy, and an adaptation that, as one can see, have not been enough to conformate a homogeneous society.

Since then, the controversy between Maoris and Europeans has not stopped. The Europeans continue to show its chauvinist way of life, just imposing “their” culture (British!) as the unique and true, and not accepting the beautiful differences of the world. The population, though, is conformed by a 30% of inhabitants in Auckland coming from Asia, from China and Japan mostly; and Pasifika, that is from the Cook Islands, Tahiti, Fidgi, Vanuatu, Tonga, Samoa, Papua New Guinea... there are thousand of islands in this part of the world.




What is the result? A multicultural society which pretends to show the world that they are the most open-minded people in the world, with more than 30 nationalities in such a small population of 4 millions.

The reality, though, is another one: NZ has the highest rate of youth suicide in the world (I just have been given the task of teaching students with “special” needs, Emily Webster, whose brother died 4 weeks ago because of overdose of vodka) and Sammy Collins, whose ex-boyfriend commited suicide jumping from Newsmarket’s bridge 1 month ago, then his best friend (of the boy) jumped from his window two weeks later breaking some bones and last week a girl of the same group of friends tried to took her life by cutting her venes in the bathroom.


So, how do I have to treat this kids? I do not have any Degree in Psychology and actually, I am quite afraid of these tendencies. Emilie just broke into tears last week with no aparent reason, Sammy, who has the most horrible Spanish, explained to me that it is four months that she does not speak with his older brother.

One friend of mine of just told me once that this is the “island depressing syndrome”. I’m trying to understand. That’s true, Aotearoa is so far from every any other civilized country of the world (apart from Australia) that the young people find no escape. In Europe, you can change environment so easily... if you don’t like living in Spain you make a suitcase, take a plane and in an hour you are in Scottland, Germany or France, ready to begin a new life.
It is also true that mostly of the people would never do it, as they just accept the life they have in their countries and don’t have the need of exploring the world. But, at least, they do have the option to do it.


GOAT ISLAND & MAHURANGI REGIONAL PARK

Then, I begin to meet the different people and to analize why all this generalized closeness and depressive people.

The maoris, my favourite group, have strong values: the family, they continue to act as a clan, going together everywhere, defending their friends and people as the most important thing in the world.

The asiatic people, as far I can see, are “fashion addicts”. They wear last tendence clothes, but are really difficult people to adapt to the society, as they do not mix with other cultures.

The Europeans (immigrants from England, Ireland, Holland and Findland) are the worst ethnic group I ever met. First of all, they do not have history, no traditions, no typical food, in a word, no past. This defines so much this people!

I have the feeling the try to maintain an old fashioned Victorian society, consisting in having a very formal family, in which everybody is independent. In this family, the father works 12 hours a day, the mother does not cook, she has an au-pair taking care of the house, and do not care so much about the education of the children, as they pay the most expensive school in the city. In this context, the children are treated as adults, they don’t give them enough love and it results in making them egotistical, egocentrical, self fish.... they have to study 8 hours a day, play an instrument or two and be the Top-players in two different sports. They subject them to such a big pressure that when they arrive to adolescence, they are expected to be good in everything, if they fail, they are losers.




Another figure that sends shivers down my spine is that 50% of the couple are divorced after the 3rd year... It is not strange that I give tuition to kids who live in the most beautiful of the houses three days a week with mum and the rest of the week with dad. Another practise very usual here is to send the children to the Boarding Houses of the schools. That is, they live in the school during the week and come back home for the weekend (but mostly of them remain in the Boarding house, as they do not get well with the father or preffer to stay in the city than going back home). Which values can have a child who is taught to be the best in everything, do not have a family to support him and never meet with his/her friends because they are allways busy with the Netball, Piano, Spanish tuition or any other private class?


So is my personal understanding of New Zealand society, which I do not share in anyway, as I do believe in the family, values, education but playing and a couple for all my life. So traditional am I.



And in the meantime, I will continue doing day trips in the most amazing lanscaped country...

dilluns, 1 de març del 2010

Jeffrey Feeger

New Bougainville Collection



Jeffry Feeger was born in Kerema which is located on the Southern Coast of mainland Papua New Guinea.

Having spent several years in Bougainville, Jeffry lives and works in Port Moresby where he is part of a new generation of PNG artists whose work reflects the convergence of traditional and contemporary life.



Jeffry describes his style as 'magic realism' where photo-realism meets surrealism, between the real world and the world of spirits. His work reflects his culture and the social and political realities of life in PNG, as Nina Tonga explains of A New Bougainville 2006, "the title evokes both a sense of political awareness but also a new era of portraiture. Inspired by the election of the first autonomous government Jeffry searched for an image that represented both place and the calming social-political climate." The painting of a girl clutching pieces of her grass skirt represents peace, hope, and unity for Bougainville.


Jeffry was awarded the inaugural Tautai Trust and Pacific Cooperation Foundation Artist Residency. He has exhibited in PNG, Australia, and New Zealand. (Extracted from Gallery Website http://www.whitespace.co.nz/).






First social meeting with "sista" Katrina, my Australian angel.







Bougainville is an island located Far East of the main territory of Papua New Guinea. In 1989 the rebels, BRA, initiated their armed struggle to get independence. Both sides of the conflict have violated human rights and have committed atrocities agianst the civilian population.
Several attempts of negotiations occurred throughout the conflict, usually with the help of regional neighbours. The 2001 Bougainville Peace Agreement imposed large-scale autonomy for the island, and a referendum in the future on possible independence.



These are the faces of the war. The fear, anger and hate can be perceived in the eyes of these portraits.







This guy in pink T-shirt just went out from the jail, as Jeffrey explains to me. The red stripes falling down the paintures, are the blood of the war. This is the painture itself blooding and suffering...











diumenge, 21 de febrer del 2010

Ranginui, Father Sky


Auckland....
de CAMINO A RANGITOTO


Auckland, city of sails

Frases inconnexes
veritats a mitges
soletats compartides
camins intransitables
futurs intangigles
viatges vitals













Volcán Rangitoto




el mar que todo lo nutre
Según me dijo mi estudiante Melissa, Nueva Zelanda es el país más joven del mundo. Luego compruebo: los maoríes llegaron hace unos mil años, el holandés errante Abel Tasman en 1.640, James Cook enviado por el Imperio Británico sobre 1.700.



Puede que fuera porque hacía 4 días que había llegado al nuevo mundo, puede que porque me dejaba llevar por lo preconcebido hasta entonces, lo cierto es que este sendero del bosque de la isla Rangitoto me recordaba a la escena en que Frodo y los hobbits se esconden en el margen del camino de los caballeros oscuros con los caballos que pisan con alquitrán la verde tierra...













Aquí feia el tonto i intentava que em fessin una foto amb un abre amb mi al mig per poder fer un muntatge després amb el meu abre genealógic per les nenes... fatal




















L´herència de la guerra

En la part més alta del volcà encara actiu, al costat del cràter, hi ha un petit búnker d'observació aèria que es veu al final d'aquesta imatge. Quan hi vaig entrar vaig pensar "Què nou que està! Ni un tret de bala, ni una cigarreta, ni una xibeca trencada..." I la llegenda històrica resa: "A la WWII (World War II, la segona guerra mundial) Nova Zelanda estava sota amenaça de bombardeig aeri per part de Japó, trobareu tot de construccions militars i canons arreu. Tot i així, el nostre país no va ser mai invaït." No puc evitar un somriure... pobrets, quina poqueta cultura.


Sent fidels a la història, també cal dir que Austràlia i Nova Zelanda foren els paísos amb més baixes a la guerra. Sembla ser que els anglesets els posaven a primera fila del front i els encomenaven les tasques més perilloses, eren carn de canyó. Pobrets, devien pensar, aquests colonets arribats de l'altre punta del món que venen a lluitar per la corona britànica... endavant, passeu, passeu...


A quasi tots els pobles hi ha un War Memorial Monument amb tots els noms dels caiguts, sembla que hi va haver unes quantes generacions perdudes.

El pànic a la guerra i a l'enemic domina un pais hiper segur on la meitat viuen amb alarmes antiincendis, antirobatori i antitot, i amb patrulles privades vigilant als barris rics, mentre l'altra meitat vivim amb les portes i els cotxes oberts enmig de la ciutat, conreem vegetals orgànics, tenim gallines al jardí i fem yoga amb la posta.


KARE KARE BEACH


Sí, sí, prill de tsunami i pujada de la marea degut al terratrèmol a Chile... climate change, ai ai ai.




Aquesta és de les meves platjes preferides de la Costa Oest: Kare Kare. Sembla Jurassik Park, la natura és salvatge, desbordant i els precipicis de vertigen. Hi arribes a través d'un rierol d'aigua cristalina i congelada que has de travessar de totes totes.



És un paradís per als surfers


La sorra és negra, volcànica, estem a prop d'un altre volcà



Estem sota el forat de la capa d'ozó, el sol et cremarà i et provocarà càncer


No es pot captar la magnitud de la bellesa amb una càmara




I és aquesta una platja pobladíssima, de les més populars d'Aukland, mira quanta gent en un diumenge asoleiat



EXTREME EDGE


Això si que és un rocòdrom com Déu mana! i per 9 dólars al dia (uns cinc eurets!) amb cordes, cintes, i grigris a totes les vies. I les preses, de primera.




Sistema internacional de graus d'escalada:

Yosemite (Americà)
Francés (europeu)
Alemany
Anglés
Australià
Continuant amb el 6a, sense pressa


Aquestes són les vies...
















dilluns, 15 de febrer del 2010

AOTEAROA

NEW ZEALAND
NEUE SEELAND
NOVA ZELANDA
NUOVA ZELANDA
NUEVA ZELANDA
NOUVELLE-ZÉLANDE


anem cap a la nova terra del mar....


Platja de Piha


i de les ovelletes...



... perquè ja va sent hora que continuï el viatge, i m’allunyi uns milers de quilòmetres de la meva ÍNDIA estimada, si més no cibernèticament….

Estic a NOVA ZELANDA!




Fern, la falguera autòctona quan neix, KORU


Avui, 11 de juny de 2010, m´he despertat del meu somni cerebral i he decidit que ja està bé de tanta mandra sensorial, de no donar-me un caprici neuronal de tant en tant, de no compartir, de no retroalimentar aquesta gran experiència en què estic immersa, perquè sembla que vull quedar-me a xelo paquistan, però ja fa quasi sis mesos que visc a l’hemisferi sud i ja va sent hora que descrigui la kiwi life!

Inevitablement, hauré d’expressar-me en anglès tot sovint, per trobar-me a Britannia, i és que Aotearoa és un legat de l’imperi britànic amb petites gran diferències, com el PAISATGE....


' The bush', la foresta típica de Nova Zelanda. El 'fern', la falguera


Arrivada a Babilònia, tràgica, com ha de ser, després de la gran immersió asiàtica, i aterratge a una terra amb reminescències angleses, una civilitació que certament representa el vell continent colonitzador (Pākeha) a una illa prehistòrica, Aotearoa, de natura viva i desbordant, poblada prèviament per una tribu indigena (ihi): els Māoris, que atribueixen el poder (mana) als deus dels arbres i del bosc Tane Mahuta, a la mare terra Papatanuaku i al deu dels cels i dels ocells Ranginui, entre d’altres.





Tòtem davant de la platja Kare Kare



La paraula Māori també s’assocïa a tot allò en el seu estat natural: l’aigua que del centre de la terra emana, o dels rius, o filtrada per les muntanyes, però mai l’aigua del mar.




Platja Kare Kare





Platja de Whangaparoa


Platja de Whangaparoa



Bora nit, és hora d'anar a dormir




Pelis per recordar:
“The Whale Rider” és una película preciosa que il·lustra la cultura maorí en tot el seu esplendor espiritual.

“Boy”, sobre la situació actual no tan afavoridora d’aquest poble tan digne.