Waiting for nobody.

A couple of weeks out of town (though sadly not on the global trade mission)
and the framework charges ahead. Still a way to go before it nears the
full footprint of the building. In what we'll call positive news,
it's already stopping traffic.

Neighbourhood watch.

As the rock solid (one would hope both earthquake and sound-proof)
cinema starts to emerge from the depths, a sodding great electrical
transformer box is installed in the foreground, deftly dashing any hopes
and dreams of urban planning and a considered revitalisation of
the neighbourhood - New Plymouth's West End, as it were.

 

Catching up 2.

Catching up 1.

To the future, and beyond.

The New Director is welcomed back to both gallery and city, the standard
KPI of numbers through the door grabs the headline once more, the sun has
come out, building continues, and future is indeed looking positive.
 

All that glitters.

Sparkle isn't necessarily a theme you'd associate with a gallery
in waiting, but between sparklers and glitter it's there, and clearly
they're on to a winner. Keeping on-message I'm waiting for the big
crane to go all sparkly, though that might send the wrong message.

Separated at birth?

I wonder if anyone else has drawn a parallel between the image of the
finished façade and Auckland's waterfront Tank Farm (pre-Askew One)?

Waiting is the hardest part.

Let's just hope storage is big enough.