9 July - 12 August
Tomislav Nikolic, Aida Tomescu, Judith Wright, Winston Roeth, Imi Knoebel
10 Putiki Street
Grey Lynn, Auckland, New Zealand
Red sails in the sunset. Roses are red. If I don’t have red, I use blue. I’m a redhead, I’ll get away with this. Love is that little girl with red hair. Red hair, sir, in my opinion is dangerous. I became a Yankees fan for a few years. But now, I gotta say, I’m really rooting for the Red Sox. Red Hot Chilli Peppers. I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood. I always liked red. It’s a picker-upper. Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things, I don’t feel like Spring, I feel like a warm red Autumn. The white man has got the gold out of the land which belonged to the red man. I’ve always wanted to go to Switzerland to see what the army does with those wee red knives. I’ve got one question: What colour is the red phone? I ain’t a communist necessarily, but I been in the red all my life. I will always have a part of Ferrari beside me: a part of my heart will always be red. You’d better believe that Putin sees that in Syria, Obama draws a red line and ignores the red line. Red is a benevolent dictatorship. I dyed my hair this crazy red to bid for attention. It has become my trademark and I’ve got to keep it this way.
Various, July 2017