Veranoa Hetet

Veranoa Hetet

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I weave I breathe

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If you know me - you know I'm not into making more than one thing. In my World 'Limited edition' really does mean limited. So weaving a pair of Poi Taaniko is a big thing. But when they're meant for a mokopuna - I'll weave a pair. With a smile 1/1

Had a meeting at Ministry of Foreign Affairs & Trade. Managed to grab a photo of Sam and our son, TeRangi, standing under the Pare carved by my dad and Sam

A few weeks ago my son, Ara,asked if I'd have time to weave him a Maro.It's not often he asks me to make him something so of course I said "Yes!" I was proud to.I used to sew a lot of his clothes when he was little(out of need)Clothing him now-as a adult-was a priviledge. And I am very proud of him

Ripoi Anamata, Ripoi Inamata opened at Waikato Museum. So humbled to have my Kākahu alongside my gt gt grandmother Mere, gt grandmother Rangimarie, gt aunt Diggeress and my aunties. And my words were on the wall 😊

I fell in love with him when he was washing dishes at the Marae. Love at first sight 🥰 We married six months later. That was 38 years ago. Our life together has been filled with creating a home, a family and art. Happy Anniversary Sam Hauwaho 💖

I'm babysitting my mokopuna at their house. Disney channel is on which is a whole lot better than watching the leaders debate. Disney fantasies are a lot less fantastical than the lies in luxons head

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After nine months of mahi, I completed the Kaitaka to honour my late father - it became my journey with grief. Husband Sam (dads carving mate of 36 years) was the first to wear 'Te Rerenga'

I completed the Kaitaka I wove to honour my late father, TeRangikaiamokura Hetet . The first place I took the Kaitaka to was to lay on one of the Waka dad carved. This served as a form of Karakia - an acknowledgement of my dad and of the Kaitaka and its story.

This Kaitaka, 'Te Rerenga' speaks of the wonderful journey my dad took me on and it speaks of his final journey. It speaks of his life as a carver, his life as a storyteller. It speaks of my journey with grief. 'Te Rerenga' became my dads final masterclass to me in storytelling.

Pouhine came home to me. Pouhine came home to spend alone time with mama😊 Just me and her in my weaving room. Pouhine has watched me weave her little brother. Pouhine has silently cheered me on.

Last week I took my mokopuna, Rangiātea, to see my Taaniko on display at Te Papa. She was more interested in other stuff 😊 Her middle name is Veranoa.... So I understand her looking for her Koro Sam was more important

I found the little model that my husband, Sam Hauwaho, made before he started the Taurapa - which stands at the Pito-one end of Te Ara Tipua. I'm going to find a place for it in our home #ToiMaori #Whakairo #Legacy #TeAraTipua

To be worn. That's what we weave for. Wiremu Moeahu wearing one of my mums Kahukiwi. Puti Olsen wearing one of my Piupiu. My son in law, Reihana Rapira wearing one of my pieces

Have just returned from the Tangihanga for Ta Hirini Moko Mead. For over 20 yrs he generously gave of his time.We spent many hours talking about weaving, art, teaching. I will miss his wisdom & unwavering interest in mine and Sams life of Māori Art & care of us & of our whanau. Kia au to moe Matua😢💜

A thread about skill, knowledge, pride..... And complete ignorance I'm proud of the 38 years my husband Sam has dedicated to his art (Whakairo) and the years he spent learning under my dad. Sam works hard. Te Ara Tupua could be seen to be his legacy piece. It will outlast him

So, to see him reading these comments was heartbreaking. I actually yelled at him (and I never yell) to ignore the comments and shut his phone off. He chose to shut the World 'off' and he went to bed at 5.30pm.

The amount of racism and ignorance in this country is astounding. I chose to not black out the names of these Poo crumbles who posted these comments. I'm glad Sam and I don't mix with these sorts of people. They're ugly. They're ignorant. Im proud of him and of his work

My little brother, Len designed this awning at the Petone end of Te Ara Tupua. He based it on a Manu tukutuku our mum made and had suspended over the drive leading to her and dads art studios. Very proud of the bro for remembering our mum this way. She would be flapping her Angel wings 💛

When Sam was made redundant, builder son and his tradie siblings built Sam a carving space. Today, builder son started carving with his dad. Sam is happy. I'm a little jealous. I thought this son was going to be my weaver. I'm happy for them though. Does my heart good

Dawn ceremony - blessing of Te Ara Tupua. I'm so proud of my Sam. Today, I saw his carving for the first time. It made me catch my breath. This is the last piece my dad helped Sam design. He would be so proud of his son in law 💙

At one of my dads Marae (Hirangi, in Turangi) Weaving the Kākahu to honour him. As I weave. I look at his thumb print, that is now forever on my hand and know he's with me in all that I do. I weave, I breathe, I remember, I honour.

I've returned home to Hirangi Marae 4 times over past 10 months to teach my cousins to weave Pureke.This was the scene yesterday. The Kaihoe of the Waka my dad carved for his people will be clothed in these Pureke. I also had time to weave the cloak honouring my dad