
Wood Whispers with Jazz Gilsenan-Fitzgerald
Imagine this: morning light filtering through the trees near Parakiwai, where Jazz Gilsenan-Fitzgerald’s workshop hums with the sound of planes smoothing wood.

Imagine this: morning light filtering through the trees near Parakiwai, where Jazz Gilsenan-Fitzgerald’s workshop hums with the sound of planes smoothing wood.

My own life began in a situation of dishonesty which I outlined in a previous Coromind article. My parents suddenly married and hightailed it to London so my mum could give birth to me free from prying eyes …

I’ve known Navi Dhillon for a few years now, and we’ve often connected over our journeys in Whitianga and how we came to call it home.

Nestled in native ngāhere, on the hill in Whitianga, Lee Jones creates masterpieces with ink on skin.

My parents weren’t serial liars, so they didn’t have to remember all their past lies to maintain their credibility. They only had to remember the two relevant dates concerning my birth.

Imagine this: morning light filtering through the trees near Parakiwai, where Jazz Gilsenan-Fitzgerald’s workshop hums with the sound of planes smoothing wood.

My own life began in a situation of dishonesty which I outlined in a previous Coromind article. My parents suddenly married and hightailed it to London so my mum could give birth to me free from prying eyes …

I’ve known Navi Dhillon for a few years now, and we’ve often connected over our journeys in Whitianga and how we came to call it home.

Nestled in native ngāhere, on the hill in Whitianga, Lee Jones creates masterpieces with ink on skin.

My parents weren’t serial liars, so they didn’t have to remember all their past lies to maintain their credibility. They only had to remember the two relevant dates concerning my birth.