Rangituhia Hollis
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Tena koutou katoa,
Ko Tāwhiti nui a Pāoa te maunga.
Ko Waikawa te awa.
Ko Horouta te waka.
Ko Taharora te marae.
Ko Te Whānau a Rākairoa te hapū.
Ko au te uri a Ngāti Porou, Kahungunu ki Te Wairoa,
Te Whakatōhea, ko Te Whānau a Apanui hoki, I te taha a tōku Pāpā.
Nō Kaipara ōku tipuna hoki, ko Ngāti Whātua o Kaipara rātou,
ko te whānau a Maaka Rapana ōku tipuna, i te taha o tōku Pāpā.
I te taha o tōku Māmā: Nō Airani, nō Kotarana, nō Ītaria ōku tipuna.
Ko Annabelle Perera tōku hoa rangatira.
Ko Tū Tonu tōku tama.
Ko Rangituhia Hollis tōku ingoa.
Kei Manurewa e noho ana.
Nā reira, ka nui te mihi mahana ki a koe, ki a koutou katoa.
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This is the Website of Rangituhia Hollis. It’s currently under construction.
Photo credit Raymond Sagapolutele, in front of a tree @ Manurewa High School
‘That there’s the house,’ my cousin pointed out, ‘from Ngati…it’s where they filmed that sick boy, and where they sung for him and where he died.’
I could barely see the house as waves washed my shoulders and my head bobbed in the water like a crayfish buoy trying to remain afloat.
‘Iri-Te-Kura too,’ he continued, ‘it was in the film.’
Ah,Iri-te-Kura, I knew better. That was a place of laughter and food, of aunties with lollies and cousins to play with. And although it was sort of hidden, obscured by rows of pines, I knew where it was ‘cause I had good memories on the marae.
‘And your oldman’s house, eh.’ He pointed again, ‘It’s up on that other hill.’
‘Yea’ yeah, and all of them grew up there in that small house?’
‘Yep, all around here.’ Then a big wave came closer; we readied to catch it and were back to swimming.
Developing
a Māori Spaceship
Work in Progress
Across the Face of the Moon Part One Excerpt
I look up to the moon, and I say inside myself “I used to be afraid of you”.
Now I see your beauty up there. I feel your light carry my eyes across the stars.
You’re directing me home.
And I know that beauty exists, if not here then somewhere. I see a tinge of black across the curve of your brow. You’re not full tonight. I see you’re in profile, turned, looking like you’re talking to a neighbouring star.
“These words have collapsed the distance between us.”
I hear you calling, One soft karanga call landing on empty air.
“From here, I watch the earth. Do you watch it too? Or do you have better worlds to gaze on with wonder?”
Maybe in a few million years I’ll be still here to hear that star answer back.
Somewhere still standing with you. You still there above and roaring.
Well above, at the apex of all things.
Seeing our flaming sun dim above a dying world.
I hope the answer will be “Yes, yes I do”.
Developing a Māori Spaceship
Work in Progress
Godzilla
Tukutuku
Work in Progress
Stylised Character
Work in Progress
Recreating Gordon Walters ‘Tamaki’
in python code.
Excerpt of Notes on Colour
No stars tonight. Just an ominous light, like what you might see with the dawn. Subtle, red-filled, backlit, rear-projected.
Something must be going to emerge.
Last night on earth, and the cloud cover seems like it’s spread from a smoke machine with a wide gate release. But the sky is still, it’s late and nothing’s moving.
The longer I look, the deeper the colour gets. I went inside and came back out, and I look up again and only see blue till I sit awhile. Took a photo from the step. Seeing the wrinkles on my hands and the light from my phone tinting the tips of my eyelashes.
The camera can’t capture it, but eyes see panorama as well as the macro. Red, white and grey. Whiter, softer plumes of clouds look like they’re drifting from smokestacks.
Colour can’t capture it all either, this street is sound. The sky as a chamber. With the ever-nearing urgency of a passing car, I hear your foot on the gas and your need to get home.
When I look for a long time, I see things in raster. I see this life is made out of pixels that when taken in make for an apricot sky.
Light that fills the deep part of your eyes. Soft, and then a bloom. With a black-toned storm hitting the edges.
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