Tell a writer to ‘write anything’ and they will stall. Anything is pretty big. When deciding what to talk about in this blog post, I asked myself what I would want to read. I teleported back to when I would scour the pages of blogs of Te Papa Tupu writers
It took me ten years to learn how to knit. I started when my sister’s oldest girl was born. For some reason, partly me being a nana and partly a belief in the magical powers of YouTube, I was convinced I’d be able to make her a cute little hat.
It has been, at time of writing, less than three weeks since Te Papa Tupu Workshop One. How is that possible? Borne aloft in the whirlwind of those two days, it felt as if months of mātauranga were being imparted. I know I’m not the only one who felt that
I have been writing for a long time, but really, for no time. At least that’s what it feels like. This thing called writing is interesting – we all do it in some way or another. We are all storytellers in some form, whether it be through words, or images,
There’s a soft amount of pressure, being the first person on the Te Papa Tupu program to release their blog post. I don’t really know what people are expecting. A literary masterpiece. Something to rival William Shakespeare or Charles Dickens or Colleen Hoover (the three greatest writers of all time,
Ngāhuia te Awekōtuku (Te Arawa, Tūhoe, Ngāpuhi, Waikato) has degrees from the University of Auckland and University of Waikato. An Emeritus Professor, she has worked as a curator, lecturer, critic, researcher and governor in the heritage and university sectors. She is a Member of the New Zealand Order of Merit,
