Rangi Kipa’s, Flora, 2009, on display at the Wairau Māori Art Gallery. One of Bob Dylan’s best songs from the 60s, It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding), laments the hollowness of capitalist society. A stand-out line describes a novelty product he must have seen in a store: “flesh-coloured Christs that glow in the dark”. He […]