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Cover Page Title Page Copyright Contents Exhibition (Security) (SUPER)NATURAL WORLD Grateful to the Cactus Water Bear Tramping Exhibition (Biomimicry) Whairepo Exhibition (Limits) Climate Change The Safest Place Fast Forest Seed/Leaf/Tree Tornado Exhibition (Bees) Essential Tremor (IM)MATERIAL WORLD Robotics Radiant Hospitality How to Catch and Manufacture Ghosts Mr Bones Life-drawing Class Overco...
Cover Page Title Page Copyright Contents Exhibition (Security) (SUPER)NATURAL WORLD Grateful to the Cactus Water Bear Tramping Exhibition (Biomimicry) Whairepo Exhibition (Limits) Climate Change The Safest Place Fast Forest Seed/Leaf/Tree Tornado Exhibition (Bees) Essential Tremor (IM)MATERIAL WORLD Robotics Radiant Hospitality How to Catch and Manufacture Ghosts Mr Bones Life-drawing Class Overcoming Regret Tree with Bird Paper-cut Skeleton Painting Moonhoppers Exhibition (Colour) Miniature Sketch Fashion Exhibition (Shoes) Pilgrims Respite Exhibition (Parade) Breathing Girls Standing on Lawns – Photographs Pottery OBJECT LESSONS The Kindness of Giants A New Body Recommended Exercise Exhibition (Explain Yourself to a Plant) Exhibition (DNA) Exhibition (Navigation) Coin Rubbings Centenarian Whakairo You Bury Me The Passionfruit Vine Fatigue Font Red Whistle, Orange Lifejacket Black Book Blueprint Folding Tables Museum Without an End Notes and Acknowledgements Te Herenga Waka University Press Victoria University of Wellington PO Box 600, Wellington New Zealand teherengawakapress.co.nz Copyright © Frances Samuel 2022 First published 2022 This book is copyright. Apart from any fair dealing for the purpose of private study, research, criticism or review, as permitted under the Copyright Act, no part may be reproduced by any process without the permission of the publishers. The moral rights of the author have been asserted. A catalogue record is available at the National Library of New Zealand. ISBN 9781776920020 (print) ISBN 9781776920556 (EPUB) ISBN 9781776920549 (Kindle) Ebook conversion 2022 by meBooks for Eddie Contents Exhibition (Security) (SUPER)NATURAL WORLD Grateful to the Cactus Water Bear Tramping Exhibition (Biomimicry) Whairepo Exhibition (Limits) Climate Change The Safest Place Fast Forest Seed/Leaf/Tree Tornado Exhibition (Bees) Essential Tremor (IM)MATERIAL WORLD Robotics Radiant Hospitality How to Catch and Manufacture Ghosts Mr Bones Life-drawing Class Overcoming Regret Tree with Bird Paper-cut Skeleton Painting Moonhoppers Exhibition (Colour) Miniature Sketch Fashion Exhibition (Shoes) Pilgrims Respite Exhibition (Parade) Breathing Girls Standing on Lawns – Photographs Pottery OBJECT LESSONS The Kindness of Giants A New Body Recommended Exercise Exhibition (Explain Yourself to a Plant) Exhibition (DNA) Exhibition (Navigation) Coin Rubbings Centenarian Whakairo You Bury Me The Passionfruit Vine Fatigue Font Red Whistle, Orange Lifejacket Black Book Blueprint Folding Tables Museum Without an End Notes and Acknowledgements Exhibition (Security) The ‘Gallery Guidance’ sign said to supervise your children and I did, oh, I kept my hands close to my sides. But those red herrings of history – well I whistled and through the alarm rays they swam. I was above suspicion, just a trail of red pen and some loose-limbed tears, my employee’s tag a cheap necklace with an outdated cameo. Outside in the wind, artefacts whirl in my coat pockets. A spine from an extinct hedgehog, a fossilised bowtie, an inch of elixir in a blue glass bottle. If you ask me about the low pay then I say I do it for love. Let me show you, just put your lips together like this – (SUPER)NATURAL WORLD Grateful to the Cactus Sitting between a camel’s humps on the first day rain has ever rained in this desert. The need for an oasis extinguished. The clouds like grapes, darkening just by looking at each other. It seems that everything is clearer without the rising heat waves. Instead, a loud hissing sound as every cactus lets go of its breath. For the first day in forever they don’t have to be life savers, sentinels of water, amenable to the punctures of thirsty travellers. Today the sky and its army of raindrops can take care of everyone. Your camel makes its slow way past the tallest cactus in sight, whose green arms, usually upright in surrender, have deflated by its sides. From your double mountaintop, you reach out and shake its hand between spikes, saying good job, thank you for your efforts! In the world where you come from you’re told that everyone, apparently everyone, likes to hear those words. Water Bear The water bear is a flattened cloud on a glass slide rule. It’s hard to make out legs or even a head. The water bear needs to moult in order to grow, which reminds me of James saying ‘It’s the letting go that counts.’ If you are less than a millimetre long is it possible to have days where you don’t know what to do with yourself? Time to get some sunshine, and it’s not far from the science collections to the staff kitchen. Someone – who? – has made soup, turning over and over in the pot. Soup is indestructible and water bears can survive the vacuum of space. They live on the film of water around moss and lichen and drying up for decades doesn’t kill them. Add water and off they go again. Sometimes the lighter the more lasting. I hold the slide rule to the window and loosen my grip, but I’d never let the glass drop. No need to write another exhibition label. I could just lick the water bear and set it Tramping Yesterday you were moss, absorbing everything. Today you don’t want to learn anything new. You have your tin cup filled with ice that doesn’t feel like turning into water. It’s not personal. The ice isn’t trying to kill you. In fact, a short walk away is a waterfall and now it’s a good thing you’re no longer moss because moss doesn’t have legs. When you get there, thousands of drops rain down on the thousands of people gathered with their tin Exhibition (Biomimicry) These herbarium specimens have led more exciting lives than any of us, says Leon. They travelled on Cook’s voyages in the 1700s – The light is shining on us as we listen but not through us in the way sunlight filters through leaves. We can’t have that until we’re skeletons. There is a word for the fading colour of a leaf as it dies. I am thinking how maybe I am also captive to paper, stuck on and identified, illustrated
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