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Susan Te Kahurangi King’s Way of Seeing | The New Yorker

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At seventy-five, she may be New Zealand’s greatest living artist.

By the time I arrived in Auckland, winter had descended. The North Shore beaches were raw and windswept, the seaside shops vacant. As I opened the gate of a home that I had arranged to rent, the landlady appeared in an open window. What, she asked, had possessed me to come all the way from New York at this time of year? I told her that I was visiting Susan Te Kahurangi King, the artist who grew up down the road. “Don’t reckon I’ve heard of her,” she said, and disappeared behind a curtain. The Kiwi sensibility, like the flightless kiwi bird, is funny, bashful, and a bit forlorn. Some New…

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