After an engraving dated 1512
|Easter paintings - new work by Anne Munz
10 - 28 April 2002
The seasonal changes taken for granted in the Northern Hemisphere are deep realities which we must remind ourselves of in New Zealand, because the Easter festival comes at the wrong time of year. In more religions than Christianity, Easter is a festival of Spring, of decline and renewal, of death and rebirth
This exhibition consists of 34 paintings depicting the death of sheep providing fertility for the trees. The Tree of Life is an image used throughout the whole of human history, transformed in Christianity into the image of the Cross. The show represents the coming together in a new form of two earlier exhibitions, Facts and Metaphors which dealt with the subject of sacrifice, and Roots of Heaven which celebrated the tree.
My themes have always been the relationship between biological life and land forms. Here I have used images of sheep as creatures to sustain our lives physically and economically, as well as symbols of sacrifice to sustain our spirit. The tree, that age-old symbol of life, nourishes us in a thousand different ways and stands here for sturdy and vigorous growth.
Anne Munz was born in Auckland and spent her early years in Honduras, Barbados and Canada. On returning to New Zealand she completed a degree at Victoria University and studied painting with Paul Olds for eight years. She has held many solo and group exhibitions throughout New Zealand, and her work is held in major private and public collections.
Annes Venus works have appeared on the covers of the NZ and UK editions of Lauris Edmondss poems (published 1995). Articles on her work have appeared in Art New Zealand no. 39 Winter 1986 and no. 70 Autumn 1994.
She lives and works in Wellington.
Tao te Ching
from 16 Returning to the root
Be completely empty
Be completely serene
The ten thousand things arise together;
In their arising is their return.
Now they flower
Returning to the root.
Lao Tzu (trans. Ursula le Guin)
from Guthrie-Smith at Tutira
New Zealand 1885
Who am I? What am I doing here
alone with three thousand sheep? Im
turning their bones into grass. Later
Ill turn grass back into sheep.
I buy only the old and the lame.
They eat anything - bush, bracken, gorse.
Dead, they melt into one green fleece
Who am I? I am the one sheep
who must not get lost. So
I name names - rocks, flowers, fish:
knowing this place I learn to know myself.
I survive. This land becomes
my meat and tallow. I light my own lamps.
I hold back the dark with the blood of my lambs.
Anne Munz: easter paintings
An inititial selection of images. Click on the small images to see larger version.