Graham Hughes Dreaming
I have been Graham Hughes all my life.
As much as I have tried to escape him at times, and even lose him...... he remains.
At 68 I have gotten to know him finally and more fully, warts and all.
I have been known by different and colourful names used by myself and others, like......
The Little Red Hen, Moi, BlindPoet, KiwiVagabond, BrothaHawk and more laterly by (and with my daring to dream again resisting a healthy cynicism) the aka/brand fling......McKinleyRd Creatives.
These akas, (also known as), express, embody and describe intent, states of mind, being and purpose. They are also playful. Some have died natural deaths and some have passed their used by dates, and no longer relevant. This to shall pass.
I am no longer a BlindPoet, nor am I a KiwiVagabond. With those names passing into obsurity, I no longer dream about being a poet, or a vagrant Kiwi wandering the earth.
I am finally home!
Pertinent to this lifelong artistic statement (which is why this longer than is usual for such a thing I know), aka names represent my dreamer, creative and intuitive drivers, my discovery of healing and joy in playing.
It is my belief that life is a playground, and not a tightrope walk.
Self brandings represent my artistic take on life, on reality, and my catharsis and reinventions of myself as I do being human.
As I fall, get up again, and pick up the dropped plates to spin again.
That privilege of being able to get up or rise is never lost on me. In a world of gross inequity and obscene injustice, obscene greed and immoral powermongering globally; even in Aotearoa New Zealand, I realise my random good fortune.
Albeit my mere mortal status without shares, multiple homes, investments, insurance and super yachts.
I am wealthy beyond belief even without these things.
True wealth has nothing to do with money!
I have always been a creative type.
Not ultra creative, but an outlier nonetheless.
Making things, be it music, object or mischief has always been a 'thing'.
I have long known I am different, left field, right brained and outside of the box.
Sometimes I am inside the box, it's dark, cold and lonely. I look out at the world thru a small aperture in one side.
The only light is outside the box, it enters my internal world through that one small hole in the wall.
My vision of reality can be partial and distorted, lacking a wider angle lense.
Being 'different' isn't always easy.
Maybe the box is simply feeling difference on a more heightened level than some.
Maybe it's just me getting old and life catching up with me, or me with it.
Maybe it's me being as resistant to 'same', as my body is to insulin.
As I entertain this idea of an artist's statement about why and how I make art, (as eulogy like as it may be),
I cannot separate myself from who I am as a human bean (intentional mispell :-)
and the soil that I have grown from and in, the whenua (land) on which I stand. As obvious at that seems!
Nor can I separate myself from the presence of my tupuna/ancestors or the thought that we are all artists in some way,
we all create magic somewhere and somehow.
Just like I wrestled with what a 'poet' was and is, and was I one?
I also struggle with the term 'artist'.
I know I am artistic for sure, and in the end maybe I will come down where I landed with the 'poet' label.
Other people can call you a poet, in your own eyes you are a writer. And so it is with the term 'artist' for me.
The tradesperson does not call themselves an 'artist', but they make things and work in a way that creates beauty, (maybe unseen within the machine or inside the walls of a home) but works of artistry.
And so finally in conclusion and closing. The end is in sight friends!
I weld, I fabricate.
I make things with; metal, fabrics, light, colour, paper, nibbed pens filled with gorgeous coloured and boutique inks.
I etch scratches on recycled tetra pak plates, then print with a pasta press.
I create sound with instruments in my hands or at my fingertips, with my 'Edwina' microphone. I record these dreams.
I observe the world of light and shadow, and the tones between with eyes focused on a view finder or ground glass, looking thru a lense (maybe an 1865 brass lense).
I use vintage cameras. 35mm, large or medium format.
I process silver gelatin photopaper with chemicals in my darkroom.
I fold gorgeous 300gsm paper into a book with my hands, then bind with needle and thread.
It is all making and creating. And wonderful fun.
I know it is absolute luxury and privilege to have the time and resources in my life at 68
to play and make these things that I do.
With great pleasure I recycle materials into what I construct.
I disdain wastefulness or the lack of vision of modern throw away society that cannot
seem to value the use and potential left in things made and now cast aside.
I tend to rescue beautiful things.
I have a deep issue with this world of planned obsolescence.
I work with old materials. We have a shared resonance!
Steel (rusty and all), pallet wood, old posts, machines, fabrics, materials, and processes.
I use old tools, I am one myself!
I rescue vintage sewing machines. I have a thing about old hammers.
I try not to be the crudest form of an old hammer, but the most creative form of one.
My gallery has plenty of images of things made and in the process of being so.
From that you will get a picture of The Little Red Hen at work,
the how's and what's that looks like! The creative chaos of it all.
I find myself and our house pretty political these days.
There is a Ukrainian and a Palestinian flag flying in the top paddock, 24/7.
There are tangata whenua and buddist intention styled flags flying as well, adding colour like expressive brush strokes
to The McKinleyRd world.
We (Tracey and I) love the prayer flag idea, the colour symbolism, the constant motion spreading goodness and hope on the wind.
Others may not share that POV.
McKinleyRd Creatives is about expression. I am about expression, about saying something thru what you make and create, expressing who you are and who you are becoming.
It's about my being Graham Hughes, being fully alive and fully my best self, to share and collaborate in this space with others.
Like my friends Colin and Janine.
All of us unique dreamers and becomers, who make stuff when we can.
Thank you for reading, the time and heart involved.
I know many will not have gotten to the end. Thank you for being here!
At the end of!
Namaste
Graham
August 18th 2025 (no AI used anywhere in this write :-)