The Accessories of a Mystical Globetrotter

Presented by the Pierre Peeters Gallery In Conjunction with Tivoli Gallery  

Opening Saturday June 3, 5pm EVERYBODY WELCOME Poetry Reading and guest speakers. Tivoli : 118B Ocean View Rd, Oneroa, Waiheke Island
Exhibition runs : 3/06/17 - 8/07/17


Born in 1942, Conrad, the obsessive "outsider" painter/sculptor, filmmaker, poet/writer, lived as a recluse for twenty years without electricity or running water, keeping her paintings in cupboards instead of food. Her work is disarmingly original and not easily pigeon-holed, nor does the term "outsider" sit easily with her, suggesting as it does someone who is untrained. Conrad's paintings and clay sculptures possess a focus that reflects a rigorous self-training. When asked how she herself characterises her work, she laughs: "the spillings of the unconscious!" 

Since the late 1990s, Conrad's interest and attention has turned more and more to the medium of dramatic writing and film-making in particular. She has directed three films, including JELLY'S PLACENTA, and the feature documentary, HERETIC (co-directed with Agnieszka Baginska) which she also wrote and designed.

Conrad's poems, monologues and "two-handers" have appeared in numerous print journals, magazines, and newspapers around the world. The poet, Billy Marshall Stoneking, has described the experience of listening to Conrad speaking her poetry as "tribal, unearthing some deep, instinctual understanding that has been buried in the unconscious. She is bardic." 

Conrad's paintings, clay icons and artistic theories have been the subject of three documentary films, and her paintings and other works shown by major galleries and museums in the United States, Australia, New Zealand, and Europe. 

She is the daughter of the English painter, Patrick HaymanConrad currently lives and works in Sydney.

The Button Collectors Dream, earthen ware clay, 2016 

last song

you come 

you and your claustrophobia 

to drop in my lap 

you never thought 

I could have changed 

from a wooden martyr 

in a bath of your blood 

my feet 



your moon is not in the same place as mine 

the river flows fast 

over smooth rock 

where you lie 

that red fish you catch with your hands 

gapes from a bowl of rock 

I never saw the snakes 

that glide round you 

your letter comes from a summer far away 

you cannot feel the winter 

that has come down on me


- Christina Conrad

In the Eye of a Serpent, earthen ware clay, 2016