‘All stars stand close in summer air ‘  documents O’Connor’s return home to Aotearoa New Zealand for the first time in five years. The colours blur a mélange of family, nature, and old haunts where things no longer look or feel the same. There is a
       
     
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  ‘All stars stand close in summer air ‘  documents O’Connor’s return home to Aotearoa New Zealand for the first time in five years. The colours blur a mélange of family, nature, and old haunts where things no longer look or feel the same. There is a
       
     

‘All stars stand close in summer air ‘ documents O’Connor’s return home to Aotearoa New Zealand for the first time in five years. The colours blur a mélange of family, nature, and old haunts where things no longer look or feel the same. There is an uncanny newness to the familiar, a place haloed and awash with ochres and greens. The poems were written by Frances Libeau, based in Aotearoa, creating a vital tether to the birthplace of the images. Fragmented and visceral, Frances’ response to the photographs echo the slippery mutability of the image, seeing, and remembrance.

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