Wondering in Waikino: The Visitor
I was exhausted, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I tried meditating, which usually does the trick, but not this time.
Wondering in Waikino: The Artist’s Dream and the Market’s Reality
What is Art worth? Some create it, some buy it, some invest in it, and some … just enjoy it.
Wondering in Waikino: Don’t Just Do Something … Sit There
Most of us would be familiar with the sayings, ‘Don’t just sit there, do something!’, or ‘Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop’, a slightly more sinister version.
Keegan Lewis – My Own Voice
I first encountered Keegan shortly after relocating to New Zealand. I’d developed a persistent penchant – one that endures – for the occasional indulgence in the decadent temptations of local bakeries.
Wondering in Waikino: The Life of Kuya the Cave Painter
The morning inside the cave was chilly and dimly lit. The only light was from a few coals still burning in fire pits from the night before.