Animated.

 

Here's what two and a half years of standing on a

street corner in New Plymouth nets you...

How to photograph.

It's open, and what a swell party it is.
For days on end the front page news was positive. Shiny even.
The art world returned, as did the protagonist (hypocrisy noted).
In case you're not yet part of the image propagation campaign, tips here. 

48 hours.

In two days this opens, bringing to a close many years of hard work by
many passionate people. Even me.

Exposed.

After more than two years the fence is removed to expose...

Cheap at twice the price.

Access trumps exclusivity as the tickets for the Saturday night opening event 
hit the market for the bargain price of just $10. Watch for scalpers.

The final countdown.

With less than a month to go, the first Fountain is installed. Insider tip: it's BIG.

One month to go.

As we hit one month out, signage subtly signals the Govett-Brewster
 and the Tribe of Len expands.



Through hell and high water.

The Centre appears to have survived the great rains.

Continued.

Internalising a really complicated situation.

Exposed.

The last of the scaffolding comes down, the extension is blessed, a maze of
cracks are discovered, and whining about contemporary art becomes so
last year. Or so last Long Term Plan, to be more accurate. It's all go.

Best exotic.

The northern tip is exposed, as is that of the iceberg.

Leading contemporary art.

Back in the day, one of the gallery's marketing slogans was 'leading
contemporary art.' This morning two lead - as opposed to
manage, it should be noted - positions have been advertised:
Business Development Lead
Exhibitions and Collections Lead
Go.

Turning a corner.

The unwrapping turns the corner, as does the gallery brand that could be
seen as a nod not only to Len Lye, but to Paul Hartigan's Pathfinder that
once graced the façade of the Govett-Brewster Art Gallery..

Brand new.

Building progress will be eclipsed when the brand is launched tomorrow.
Breath is baited.

Context.

All art requires context.

The wait.

The local stone.



In certain lights the stainless façade almost looks like camouflage, perhaps
a strategic response to many Letters to the Editor correspondents.

Half the veil is lifted.

The unwrapping continues.

Here we go again.

Branded.

Naming rights sponsor announced, it would seem.

Like unwrapping a golden ticket.

The shiny.

The protective wrapper begins to come off. Magpies rejoice.

More progress.

Progress.