This story is dedicated to and dedicates itself to, the hands and minds of us as nurturers.
A woman looks over a growing moustache fondly, she’s all talk of plants and planets and she’ll tell you everything. Her children had once flocked but now flown her time found itself idle. She had at an early time in life, gathered up her patience, agility, faith and virtue, and had placed all her gatherings into one watering can. Her husband hurried even before he woke, his work wore him and worked him. At night she rescued from his face the moustache he hid behind. This is where Man keeps himself. All children know it and with this as their motive they tug. By night with ease and care she planted into a flowerpot, the moustache. Ceremonious moments, that she timed well, had her pouring the spout of an endless watering can. She is a woman. And for the world, the underlining of man’s nose, the woman’s lips and the child’s tugging hands. She grows moustaches. Why? Because, one moustache raises a smile.
- ‘Woman Vs Moustache’ Exhibition, Cross Street Gallery, Auckland City 12.10.09