There is not one single piece of public art in Whitianga my closest town. I intend to change that but it means meeting with the towns' philistines which I hate with a passion. I get sick and tired of defending art and of showing that artists are real people with real jobs. Maybe I should just drop my large vortex into the middle of the main street to reiterate that art is unavoidable. Our region has a long history of the arts but I think the pursuit of money has got in the way and the art community is regarded as sandal wearing curiosities.
So I will have to be underhanded and resort to such things as competition. Paeroa, a town as big as, but lesser in stature than Whitianga is having a large stone sculpture carved by friend Jocelyn Pratt and it was amazing to see the change in facial expressions when this was mentioned.
I know I am getting into a fight which I don't want or need but one has to keep battering at the wall till maybe one small crack might appear.