
An intriguing and rather unsettling sculpture stands outside the Rangiora Library. I interpreted it as three responses to change. The man is holding onto his trilby hat as if unwilling to give up his social status. The hat and his hand obscuring his face limit his vision (or to hide his guilt, “Did I cause this?”). The woman is battling on through the storm, holding the child’s hand, and struggling with her voluminous clothing. The child is pointing back at what is coming toward them – fearfully, perhaps, but with a direct gaze. They are all precariously balanced on a tilting world.
I thought of the earthquakes, of course, particularly as Rangiora is where many people settled after they were displaced from the city. One of the poems around the base of the sculpture is about that.

I also thought of climate change. Perhaps this well-known local poet, Rangi Faith, was thinking of that too.

After these sobering considerations, I went to look for my friends and we foraged in the local op shops, like the woman in the sculpture gathering things about her against the inevitable

