Hana Pera Aoake

Body Fluids are poetic, not slime but nectar


Rūaumoko squirmed inside Papatūānuku’s womb. Each time he squirms fire and rock and lava pierce through the Earth. As Rūaumoko grows he comforts Papatūānuku in her grief and lives in her belly keeping her company. In the apocalypse will you think of me? What if the rāhui will never end. Kauri used to grow in thick forests all across Te Tai Tokerau and down into Tāmaki Makaurau and King country. Stay at home and drink a beer. Remember we are all just plugged into the Matrix. Please help me I am hurting very much.

Master of Fine Arts

Gesture 1, beeswax, (2018)
Untitled (2018), dried and ground up Kawakawa in <Bright Cave> organised by Robyn Maree Pickens, Blue Oyster Art Project Space.
Beachgirl goes to disneyland: a conversation with a bot posing as your ex lover MEANWHILE gallery, Wellington, Aotearoa (June-July 2018), Photo by Joshua Lewis
There is a pain - so utter curated by Beth Caird with Beth Collar, Erin Crouch, Brian Fuata, J*, Spencer Lai, Claudia Pharés, Alice McIntosh, Ander Rennick, Isadora Vaughan, Faith Wilson, and Grace Wood at Gertrude Contemporary


Block 2
Level D

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