Showing posts with label Kevin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kevin. Show all posts

Friday, 24 May 2013

Art Attack

Where in the world is Carman Sandiego have I been these last few weeks? In as few words as possible: yoga. My life has been all-consumed by training, classes, homework, home practice, teaching practice, reading, assistant teaching, all on top of my full-time 40 hour per week job. Only five short weeks and I will be a Yoga Alliance certified 200 Registered Yoga Teacher! But that's not what I'm here to talk about today.

What I would like to show all of you beautiful readers is a sneak peek at some of the artwork that my handsome and talented other half has been concocting. Over the last few months, Kevin has managed to cope with my frequent absences by diving head first into project after project after project. And our flat is starting to feel a bit more like home because of it. 

It all started a number of months ago when he wanted to produce some artwork to brighten up our old flat in Hataitai. The first project was a pair of wooden boards that were converted into a duo of stunning graphic pieces from Built to Spill artwork that now hang on the wall in our lounge. Please bear in mind that these paintings are not of original idea, but are all beautifully hand drawn and painted by the one and only, Kevin Spacey.



This medium turned out to be such a success that over the last few months, a second pair of wooden boards now grace the walls of the mezzanine in our bedroom. These ideas are borrowed from artist Jeremy Fish.





Voila! The finished product:


One down, one more to go.




In between projects, Kevin drew up another Jeremy Fish series on a scraps of brown packing paper. The Pieclops, the Kegasaurus, the Snackalope, and the Assquatch.



Other DIY projects that have come along include our clothesline photo wall, which reminds me everyday of all the incredible people that are in my life and the memories we have created together.



I also coerced Kevin to put together a DIY jewelry display from A Beautiful Mess.


And remember our wooden crate coffee table? Well, we've still got that. But now, we have some new additions to our crate furniture family including our guest bedroom bed frame:


And a refurbished coffee table for our mezzanine.


I am so lucky to have such a talented/do-it-yourself/visionary/easy-on-the-eyes artist/handyman in the house. I soon wonder if we will ever own purchased art and furniture at all. The beauty of it is: it's free, it's fun to make, and it sure provides for some good conversation starters.



Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Gone Fishin'

On this week's agenda, some man activities, starring the one and only Kevin Spacey.

As Sam and I have been here for 6 months now, things have started to pick up in the hobby/activity front. After receiving a flash (flash: Kiwi's slang word for awesome/rad/boss) gift from Samantha on my birthday, I began equipping myself with the remaining necessities to go out and fly fish in New Zealand's vast majority of rivers, lakes, and tributaries.

On that list was a new fly fishing rod, a new fly fishing reel (a gift from Pat), a fine bottle of fisherman's anti-freeze, and a heap of New Zealand's best flies. After going to the local shop and chatting with Steve, he suggested joining the Wellington Fly Fishers Club to get the things started. So I did.




The Wellington Flyfishers Club is one of the largest in New Zealand and seems to provide a numerous amount of benefits for the mere $35 annual fee. Upon joining, I received this flash patch that Sam kindly sewed to my vest, a monthly newsletter outlining: trips, casting practice, on-stream days, and fly tying, and also pages of the humorous tales and experiences of fellow club members (from my experience the hunting and fishing stories of ours and friends/family have always been some of the funniest).
On top of these perks, the club has a bach up in Lake Taupo for any club member to stay at. Which in and of its self, is an awesome deal, since bachs up there cost $100/night.


The first event we attended was the fishing club fly tying night (aka, man-crafts). There were a couple of club members there who helped get us started tying flies.  


All of the materials for the flies were provided by a local shop and we were given tips and advice on how to tie New Zealand's greatest contribution to fly fishing, the Hare & Copper fly. Probably the easiest fly to tie when starting off for your first time, which is good. The next fly of choice was a the Woolly Bugger. The pictures below are my attempts of this fly.  Seeing some of the experienced anglers tie flies gives you a false sense of hope. Trying to manipulate tiny pieces of hackle and string without the years of practice and finger dexerity sure showed, as the time for me to complete one fly was 5 times that of the seniors.




In the end I tied a few different patterns of Hare & Copper flies, as well as the Woolly Bugger (which if purchased at a store would end up costing $21 for 6 flies, another reason why the fishing club is awesome).

So soon after joining the club, going on-stream with some of the experience anglers, and tying a whole heap of free flies, a few friends and I decided to make use of the accommodations up in Lake Taupo. The drive from Wellington is approximately 400km long and traverses along the West Coast of New Zealand. I'm told that there are a lot of scenic views and some nice landscape, but it was hard to see in the pitch black at 5am as we drove up from Wellington on a Saturday morning. We met some friends up there who trekked from Auckland and by 10am we were on the river fishing.


We spent the entire day on the river in the hot winter sun, with 17 degree weather beating down on us.  The wading in cold water provided the perfect balance of temperature, that and a bottle of port.





The sun started dropping around 4:30pm and we had not caught a single fish.  We had hiked up the river approximately 5km; therefore, our long journey back to the car began.



The sun had set and we found ourselves hiking out of the river through perfectly marked trails in the pitch black. Evidently, New Zealand provides its citizens with complete walking trails and an internet database marking all trails throughout the entire country. The sky may have been black but the hike was fairly simple, however long. 

As we walked along the river, we heard something in the bush, Jullion, one of the guys from Auckland,  immediately ran for the noise and jumped in the bush. We asked him what it was and he said he had no idea. I immediately realized that New Zealand has to be one of the safest places on earth. There isn't a single thing in the bush that can harm you. Not one. Unlike its bigger neighbour, Aussie, where everything can bite, sting, attack, and kill you or British Columbia were we would have to holler out AAIIIIYYYYYY BEAR!!! every second minute to ward off any unsuspecting grizz, New Zealand is the complete opposite. The only thing there would be to fear is your mind conjuring up a fake velociraptor stomping around in the exact same environment you see in Jurassic Park. 

Once we were back at the car, it was off to the bach for food and drinks. A plethora of board games were available and a heated battle of Jenga broke out between Ben and Jullion. The game should have ended quick but somehow took 40min in what was a game more intense than your Sunday night drama. No more moves were left for the two to make, first time I've ever seen that happen, stale-mate. So exciting I decided to bore you with these details in this fishing report.


The only thing left to do was to catch a fish. The next day we all went out and split up for most of the time. We tried fishing another river on the advice of the neighbour who was a crazy senior angler with a lot of great information and experience. Next time we go there he's taking us on his boat. Kiwis are the best.

With a few more hours left in the day and no one getting any bites, I made a solo effort and sought out a nice fishing pool.  I crouched low, snuck in, and flicked a cast into the fast moving water. Right away I got a bite and the fish was on. Then off. My knot came undone, no excuses, just a poor tying job. I quickly reeled everything in, grabbed another nymph, tied in on, and within 5min had my gear back in the water. BAM, fish on again. This time I made sure my knot was perfect and snapped up a fish. A nice 1kg rainbow trout, which is supposedly on the small side, compared to the monsters that roam the waters. This being my first fish here on fly gear, I took it home and cooked it up the next day. No donut for us this time. Great trip all around, next one planned in two weeks. Will report back then.