Threads of Touch
Oct 10-26, 2020
"Threads of Touch is an invitation for us all to explore our relationship to each other, to our place we live in and ultimately challenges us to think about our ever increasing ‘relationship’ with technology. Delicia’s work is not only exquisite, but uses recycled traffic signs as a canvas, signs that used to give us directions to stop, go, keep left, turn right or simply be reminded that there is a temporary change ahead. It is another more subtle level of communication in her work and creates not only a reflective surface for the artist to use for special effect, but one for us to reflect on more deeply as well."
Pitsch Leiser, Festival Director
Pitsch Leiser, Festival Director
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Displayed in different locations between Havelock North, Hastings and Napier we are invited to go on an analog journey throughout the period of the festival to experience all the works in their exhibited form. In the process we may discover new places and spaces, meet new people and get a chance to reflect on not only the beautiful works, but our own relationships, our threads of touch in a time where we are ever more connected, whilst at risk to be more disconnected and isolated than ever.
It is an opportunity to experience a different model for exhibiting work that asks for your commitment to travel across to our town centers and in the process visit galleries and venues you may not have come across before.
Enjoy this adventure with your friends and whanau!"
Pitsch Leiser, Festival Director
Displayed in different locations between Havelock North, Hastings and Napier we are invited to go on an analog journey throughout the period of the festival to experience all the works in their exhibited form. In the process we may discover new places and spaces, meet new people and get a chance to reflect on not only the beautiful works, but our own relationships, our threads of touch in a time where we are ever more connected, whilst at risk to be more disconnected and isolated than ever.
It is an opportunity to experience a different model for exhibiting work that asks for your commitment to travel across to our town centers and in the process visit galleries and venues you may not have come across before.
Enjoy this adventure with your friends and whanau!"
Pitsch Leiser, Festival Director
Threads of Touch 2020 Exhibition Opening, Boyd-Dunlop Gallery, Napier, 10.10.2020,
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J36NMhCc6tU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J36NMhCc6tU
Furnware Ambassadors Programme, Threads of Touch Performances, Hastings Opera House, 18.10.2020, directed by LJ Easter, filmes by Mark Roberts
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSAH7vJUnzw
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSAH7vJUnzw
'Travelling'
Karlo Mila
For 'Threads of Touch' by Delicia,
With reference to Rumi and his poem 'The Wagon'
Here we are,
experiencing connectivity
at the highest speeds.
Isolated in ways
we’ve never been before.
The technology of touch
without touching.
We are still
hard-wired
for connection.
My finger
forever,
on the pulsating.
I see you
through the screen.
I feel it all.
Our thoughts have always travelled
beyond our minds.
Pulsing on face - that slant-eyed cursive script.
Shaped in the language of body – kinetic, energetic.
Carried in the tele-phone of tone -
mouthed, audio, radio, aural.
Transmitted and received.
Our feelings have always travelled across time and space -
landing in the bedrooms of beloveds,
where they wait open-hearted
to receive us.
Electro-magnetic: The murmuring
of mental morse code; the tap-tapping
of heart-beat,
and oh the lag, the latency,
then the throughput!
Broadening bandwidth -
everything we can and can’t know.
We have always travelled through nervous systems
into shared spaces.
Vā – the inter – of everything.
For we are waves of energy, wayfinding,
in the moving ocean of each other.
Currents, emotion, light, frequency,
emitting in every interaction,
charging each other -
even before technology expanded us.
So much we don’t understand:
synchronies of whale and kauri
remembered somewhere
in our underwater bones,
recalling memories of exchanged skin.
The great forgetting.
And yet here we are, accelerating,
even though we don’t know
where we are going.
Somewhere,
in the algorithm of the ancient
let us hope to find that place -
beyond all binaries,
a spatial field,
entirely energetic,
I will meet you there.
Where virtual
merges with reality.
When our souls lie down in that grass,
this oversubscribed dimension
becomes too full
to even type about.
All the language, all the logic,
the predictive text -
even the idea of ‘each other’
becomes obsolete.
Yes, the dancing particles in the air
transmit and receive these secrets.
Don’t go back to sleep.
Awaken to the signalling.
Ask intentionally.
Attune.
For here is where
the worlds touch.
We orbit
ceaselessly around
this unseen altar.
The portal is a circle.
Ever-open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
For it is here,
we touch
and dissolve
beyond separation.
Karlo Mila
For 'Threads of Touch' by Delicia,
With reference to Rumi and his poem 'The Wagon'
Here we are,
experiencing connectivity
at the highest speeds.
Isolated in ways
we’ve never been before.
The technology of touch
without touching.
We are still
hard-wired
for connection.
My finger
forever,
on the pulsating.
I see you
through the screen.
I feel it all.
Our thoughts have always travelled
beyond our minds.
Pulsing on face - that slant-eyed cursive script.
Shaped in the language of body – kinetic, energetic.
Carried in the tele-phone of tone -
mouthed, audio, radio, aural.
Transmitted and received.
Our feelings have always travelled across time and space -
landing in the bedrooms of beloveds,
where they wait open-hearted
to receive us.
Electro-magnetic: The murmuring
of mental morse code; the tap-tapping
of heart-beat,
and oh the lag, the latency,
then the throughput!
Broadening bandwidth -
everything we can and can’t know.
We have always travelled through nervous systems
into shared spaces.
Vā – the inter – of everything.
For we are waves of energy, wayfinding,
in the moving ocean of each other.
Currents, emotion, light, frequency,
emitting in every interaction,
charging each other -
even before technology expanded us.
So much we don’t understand:
synchronies of whale and kauri
remembered somewhere
in our underwater bones,
recalling memories of exchanged skin.
The great forgetting.
And yet here we are, accelerating,
even though we don’t know
where we are going.
Somewhere,
in the algorithm of the ancient
let us hope to find that place -
beyond all binaries,
a spatial field,
entirely energetic,
I will meet you there.
Where virtual
merges with reality.
When our souls lie down in that grass,
this oversubscribed dimension
becomes too full
to even type about.
All the language, all the logic,
the predictive text -
even the idea of ‘each other’
becomes obsolete.
Yes, the dancing particles in the air
transmit and receive these secrets.
Don’t go back to sleep.
Awaken to the signalling.
Ask intentionally.
Attune.
For here is where
the worlds touch.
We orbit
ceaselessly around
this unseen altar.
The portal is a circle.
Ever-open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
For it is here,
we touch
and dissolve
beyond separation.