Karamea, 1929. A glorious summer in the far NW of the South Island. Paris, and a sparkling Jour d’Eté (Summer’s Day) on Lac Inférieur in the great park Bois de Boulogne.
Of an artist who is a little out on a limb in our nation’s creative family tree.
There are plenty of stories of hopeful artists who have not yet made it, doing what they have to do.