... MEMORY AND THE MUSEUM ...


TERESA PETERS

Finally i catch up with Dad, Roger Peters. He is preparing his exhibition. Snow falling on a small TV in the 1970’ s Auckland City Art Gallery installation of Songs of the Earth, loops in my mind. We talk about how Germano Celnant has just died of Covid 19 in the initial rampage in Italy. Dad continues to talk about Art Povera and truth of materials. Some times it just takes one of your touchstones for the reality to hit. I think about being at the Auckland Art Gallery Groundswell: Auckland Avante Guarde retrospective, of all my elders and my parents, in summer 2018. They have even recreated the original floor tiles from the 1970’s show. As i wander through the remants of this 1970’s revolution of forerunners in conceptual and experimental art in NZ. I realise Dad’s Suspended Wires (heated kiln wires) could kill on touch, or simply 3rd degree burn or even burn down the gallery. Fuck Museum Art, a 1970’s slogan on a flyer from the archive, in the next room plays over in my head. The 1970’s generator grumbles noisely across the entire gallery as it revolves.