Echoes from the past are resonating around two public galleries at the moment. The Gus Fisher Gallery is showing the work of Dennis K. Turner, the mystery man of modern painting in New Zealand. In the 1940s and 50s he was a prominent figure. Then he left the country and
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Dennis Knight Turner's Fleece No 2.
Allied to this is a series of paintings of sheep and shearers, notable for an exceptionally fine work of a shedhand throwing a fleece on a bench for grading.
Turner's sympathies are also shown in the main gallery in a powerful work called Main Street, done in 1945, showing dead bodies piled up amid the ruins of a city.
The rest of the room mostly has examples of his modernist experimental paintings that were very advanced for their time. Before he left he had developed a number of motifs that became part of mainstream art and illustration here. The smaller gallery has some monumental examples of his painting of shearers at work as well as a number of quick, deft portraits.
He did the illustrations for A Good Keen Man by Barry Crump and published a book on Maori life called Tangi. His interest in Maori art went back to his upbringing in Whanganui when he was fascinated by the taonga of Maori families he knew. In the company of Theo Schoon and Gordon Walters, Turner became aware of Maori rock drawings and, in the 1950s, used the motifs in a series of small paintings called Oceanic Abstracts, seen here on the back wall of the gallery. They are both complex in imagery and technically sophisticated. His landscapes are more symbolic in the manner of Eric Lee-Johnston. He makes dramatic use of burned tree stumps in several paintings, notably King Country Landscape, done in 1964. Expressionist landscapes also appear in his striking series of Landscape Heads shown in Auckland in 1963. Particularly powerful is the vivid red Landscape Head - Blood Tide.
Many of the works would be remarkable in any time or context but here they take on a special significance as a record of a time and a courageous but unregarded talent.
The other large exhibition is work by Michael Smither at the Pah Homestead. It is called Colour Can Be Sound, although it is really about how sound can be colour. This is a topic that fascinates Smither, a composer himself. He has the capacity to hear sounds as colour and has incorporated his sensation in abstract paintings and sculptures. The past is evoked by some early works which, Expressionist as they are, show he has always had a highly individual palette of intense colours that make his work recognisable.
The early works include (upstairs) St Francis Rolling in Thistles, 1968, which has a shock factor. At the top are two rutting pigs. The saint is agonising over the carnality that humans share with animals. It is intensely humanistic, but all the recent work shown here is rarefied abstraction. Painting is static while music is progressive; yet it is almost impossible to comment on the abstract art without falling back on the vocabulary of music. In these paintings the titles are sometimes specific. A system of harmonising concentric circles is titled Green Canvas - e flat. Downstairs, one room is dominated by six large Polyphonic Charts. These are grand swinging loops of colour that suggest solemn chords.
The outstanding works are the stacks of short pieces of brightly coloured wood; shading from one colour to another, they suggest the progress of music. Harmonic Chant is particularly vibrant. The whole show is a large experiment that has produced some delightful results.