Terry Stringer b. 1946
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After arriving in Wellington as four immigrants into New Zealand on the Dominion Monarch, my mother took my brother and myself into central Wellington shopping, ages six and five. It was at Mackenzie’s that I made a wrong turn and lost sight of the other two. My text echoes this breaking of a tight little family circle.
In my recent sculpture I have adopted found objects, which maintain their identity while surrounded by my modelling. That idea has carried over into this work where there are fingers holding both a lost and found object – which is myself when young.
Terry Stringer March 2026
