Maybe its a sign of advancing age, but I found myself rather saddened by the display of sacred Polynesian images and objects (atua) in the latest exhibition at the National Gallery of Australia. The quality of the work was so high and as a textile artist I was very impressed by the very finely woven and plaited coconut fibre used in many works. But… Each atua sat on it’s little plinth, mostly is glass boxes, arranged by island group in a sad mockery of the vast Pacific Ocean they came from. While I was in awe of the carving skills displayed in these atua I just kept thinking that they wanted only to be returned to their marae (sacred enclosures). I struggled to feel comfortable drawing them, which was why I went to the exhibition in the first place.
In the end I made these two sketches.
The large N1 on my page is, what I assume to be an inventory mark painted on the atua’s stomach. This piece is in the collection of the Vatican Museum. I think it is a horrible thing that this sacred image is held by a religious organisation that was/is antipathetical to the island’s religions.
I loved seeing the burnished surface of the wood of this piece. It looked as though many hands had touched it’s surface over a long period of time. This piece is in the collection of the British Museum. I added the colour after I left the gallery.