There since 1994, the sculpture is a striking conveyor and companion for David's poem, which reminds and highlights much that has gone into the history of Queenstown and its environs. The poem names and calls up images of the local landscape, pioneers and pilgrims and the roads and tracks they took to establish towns and settlements in a harsh environment.
Flowing like a river of language, it winds us through the legends and hardships, and then aided by the sculpture, with a flick, a roll, a twist (much like the actions of a river) visits the present-day's brashness and commercialism (the gold) which started it all, and which continue to have their effect, before rushing us on again to images of the greater ethos underlying this southern land and its people.
It is a poem stacked with connections - to the land, to ancestry, to folk-lore and to our own mortality. As you read the chiseled words, you receive a buzz of information overload as fresh, vivid language runs along beside you in a waft of words alluding to the flora, fauna, action, and sensations that together add up to the southern experience. (Impossible to take in in just one draught - to process it all fully, necessitates many re-visits; something we are more than happy to do!)
The poem is a free offer of a quiet reminder for any who care to take it on board, that rivers rule and just as fast as we invent the landscape, it is inventing us. It is a well-designed touchstone with both wordsmith and sculptor crafting something Queenstown locals are proud to display. You could say, it's poetry being put in its place. Always a good thing.
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