This week we went to the museum and what I found most interesting was the very top level of the building where all the war objects were which is ironic because I've never really been interested in the subject of war. The first room was of a town in the time of Word War I in America, it was fascinating to walk through because it was like really being there and it reminded me of films I had seen based on towns like that. The stores all looked western as well which, because I live in Pukekohe, reminded me of photographs I had seen of Franklin when it looked like the old west and that was very probably around the times of war also. You can actually tell by looking at the buildings down the main street in Pukekohe that they have been there since that time.
Walking through the fake town I came to the middle of the upper floor where names of soldiers who had died in the war were written on the walls, some had poppy badges next to them probably placed by family. There was also a large niche where there was a sculpture containing plaques and real flowers placed by people who wrote on cards for men who died in the war.
The room I'm choosing to explore as a narrative however is the room after the listed names: the weaponry room. I found the narrative thread in this room to be more of a journey through time, the ages, and space as it jumps to different cultures and countries. The theme of the room is obviously war but more specifically by looking at the weapons you get a clear picture of life in the past being very brutal and that tough life contrasts greatly with the beauty and elegance of the hand crafted weapons. The weapons were displayed in glass cases and numbered so you could read the information about each individual weapon like where it was from and when it was made. Displaying them this way was to me very effective because having the glass between the weapon and yourself emphasised the fact that they are important, untouchable objects that don't belong in your world. The different types of weapons were displayed in groups like pistols, rifles, shotguns, swords, and spears. They aren't really displayed in order according to date or culture but you can see how each display shows different time eras like 18th century England, Italy, or the USA. There is even a case containing knight armour from the time of King Arthur. Some of the weapons that stood out to me were:
A Flintlock Pocket Pistol made in England 1770-1820 by Robert Wheeler, it had a small knife that could stick out of it which made me think of how in those days reloading wouldn't have been as simple or fast as it is now so soldiers would need that reasurance if they were forced into a close combat fight. I also learnt from looking at the guns that the Colt revolver which I've heard about alot was actually named after it's maker Colt Paterson.
There was a European sword called a Dress sword from early 18th century Italy that had beautiful engraved patterns on the handle and first quarter of the sword, and a Court sword from late 18th century England which was probably used as a mourning sword. The Court sword had very beautiful and intricate patterns as the hilt and both these swords I can easily compare to the engraved or metal/wood patterns covering moari objects on the bottom floor of the museum. I saw paddles for canoeing that had very pretty but very different styled patterns on them, they were made of wood so there is also a contrast of texture between the swords and the paddles. I also saw really beautiful ornate carved wooden walking sticks or tokotoko, some were made in the late 19th century but they hit a little closer to home if home is the European swords as some of the walking sticks were actually made in a European style.
The one weapon I liked most was a sword from 19th century Northern India called a Cobra sword. It was very interesting to look at as it was wavy in shape and had spiked edges, it appeared very dangerous and very different to all the other swords. Also the fact that it was from India was interesting as i always thought of swords coming from Asia like samurai swords or from Spain like in the film 'The Mask of Zoro'.
I quite liked this idea of displaying objects from different cultures from the past, putting them on display in museums like this seems like we are being forced to view these as objects from entirely different worlds and therefore they are worth paying money to see or studying intently. Like if these old weapons that carry with them a context of wars that made history, or if they have actually shed blood were put on display in homes or cafes like any modern day painting or photograph they would be viewed and regarded totally differently. This idea also makes me wonder if any of these weapons were so valuable in their own time anyway? Perhaps the Court sword had belonged to any nameless soldier not remebered. So in this line of thought I think back to our lecture on museum and representation: in the slide was an artist named Francis Upritchard who made an artwork called Pretty Necklace in 2009, she made it similarly to a native necklace you might see made of the teeth of an animal (how they sit together sticking out in a rounded row) but instead she replaced that with used cigarettes and straws. This object to us looks like it was found in the rubbish, it is dirty and probably smells bad but as was mention in the lecture if someone from the past or someone who knows nothing about our culture found it would they see it as interesting? As something to be preserved and displayed so people could look at it and contemplate where it came from? They might believe that it was valuble in the place it came from but truly it is not.
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Hi Sarah,
ReplyDeleteSome excellent ideas and descriptions here, you really got stuck in to the subject matter. I am pretty sure that Centennial Street (as it used to be known) was supposed to be NZ shops from the turn of the last century. That's how I always saw it anyway. Personally I used to find it fascinating but creepy, like a literal ghost town. And the fixation with war has also always disturbed me. Although, just after ANZAC day, with all the poppies and wreaths, I have to admit I got a bit teary-eyed! TX