2. Birth.

With not even a year having passed since their second-born had died, my parents’ fourth was born. Me. Spring had arrived but I was two weeks late, jaundiced and no doubt my family probably still didn’t know up from down. Over the next five years my mum’s friend and artist, Joan Fanning, set a rhythm of bussing to our house once a week in order to draw mother and child. Te Papa has a collection.





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