A year in the life
Dale Copeland, between birthdays
2nd September 2023
The opening of my Water Under the Bridge exhibition at Lumen Gallery, Tataraimaka.
My 80th, a Birthday Party to remember.
Then, from my studio at Puniho, a year of making.
September 2023
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| Oh Me, Oh My | NOW | Dance till they drop you |
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| Night Light . . . . . . off, on, and in the dark | ||
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| A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go | Street Scene | Unrequited Love |
It's been a year, especially this month, totally engrossed in Taekwon-Do.
I graded to 7th Dan .... now carrying the title of 'Master', but not feeling worthy of it.
A certificate to treasure.
And words to try and live up to.
(click for enlargement, use the back button to return to the exhibition)
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| Dance while you can | Child of War  |
From under the rubble |
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| Homage to a working man | Celebration |
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| Damage Control |
You VOTED for This? |
The Snake Charmer |
| An odd month .... firstly, I fell from the top of a ladder, backwards and headfirst. Much blood, much drama. ED, scan, staples to hold head together. BUT, I was booked to go up to Rotorua and go on an adventure, down the world's best zipline ride. Determined not to miss it, I used my TKD hoodie to pad the hardhat for my sore head, and absolutely LOVED it! Down 6 different lines over the tall trees of a native forest. Wonderful! |
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 Then I had my two best-selling (and sold-out) books reprinted. Click here to see inside them. |
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| Time Runs Out | You're being watched. |
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| Virginia's Choice |
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| Your Choice | Self Portraits, Fading |
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| Far from the madding crowd |
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| Kings & Commoners, All | Seen in the Rest Home |
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| What's the word for ... | The Day of the Dead | We are those pawns |
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| A Healing Hand | Warming Warning | Seeing the future |
| And in case you think I'm a miserable git, looking only at the bleaker side of life ..... On the left, me and my partner, the painter Paul Hutchinson, at my 80th birthday party, on the right, this year, complete with the model skull he coloured for me yesterday. (His shirt says 'SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES' - from Shakespeare's Globe in London.) |
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In the middle, part of an assemblage I made 25 years ago, titled: Time held me green and dying, though I sang in my chains like the sea. from the poem Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas. I love it. Still singing in those chains. |
Dale lives at Puniho in coastal Taranaki, Aotearoa/New Zealand.
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