I lived above a florist on Smith Street for over 15 years. The rent was very reasonable.
It was a small, bright, open studio apartment and always smelt beautiful Continue reading “Dirty Old Fitzroy – by Andrew Bairn”
The smell of the ocean as I step out of the car… On the horizon stands majestic Kapiti Island. Just before sunset, perfect timing. I smile: I feel like I am coming home. Continue reading “An Island Watches Over Me – by Andrew Bairn”
Some years ago, the New Zealand Academy of Fine Arts invited printmakers to submit three pieces of art for consideration in an upcoming exhibition. Continue reading “I’m So Sorry, Shirley Curley – by Andrew Bairn”
