18 Jul 2016

Phra Khru Samathakittikhun

This blurb is taken from a sign at the shrine of Phra Khru Samathakittikhun outside the Buddhist temple. Slight corrections have been made but I think this is the gist-


This is the undecomposed remains of Phra Khru Samathakittikhun (Dang Piyasilo) the venerable ex-abbot of Wat Kunaram on Koh Samui. He enjoyed a prosperous family life until he was 50 years old when he decided to devote the latter part of his life in the Monk-hood.

After being ordained in 1944, his Meditation Practice became renowned and his followers were many among Buddhist Monks and Laymen alike. He was also known for his ability to foresee his own death, which happened in 1973, he was 79 years old.

After his death his body remained incorruptible so with his written permission, his relatives and disciples placed him in an upright position within his casket He remains as a symbol to inspire future generations to follow Buddha, study his teachings and be saved from suffering.

16 Jun 2016

Colin McCahon

North Otago landscape no 2 by Colin McCahon

The Colin McCahon Online Catalogue is here.

7 Mar 2016

Samuel F Stimpert

Icon II, Siddhartha Gotama in gas mask

More work from Simpert is here but it seems to be a dead page. I sincerely hope we'll see more from him...

14 Jan 2016

Anders Krisár

The birth of us (boy), Anders Krisár

Untitled, Anders Krisár

Untitled, Anders Krisár

See more of Anders Krisár here.

20 Nov 2015

The last bus to St Clair.

Photo stolen from boxoflight

I once rode that last bus, left not far from Sylvia's house actually - from my flat, she would have been 16 years younger then - she might have had a better quality of life then, than me maybe - at the time, and isn't that the big thing - time..
I reread this story, every few days and it breaks my heart - but I rode that bus once in a desperate and lonely time - Dunedin can be a hard place. - J.M.H. 

Rest in Peace Sylvia Martha Neville.

2 Sep 2015

Yeah well, ya know.

The Pizz


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".

                                                              -Percy Bysshe Shelley