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Robin White in Kiribati CLAUDIA POND EYLEY Claudia Pond Eyley recently spent a month visiting Robin White, who is now living in the Republic of Kiribati, the former Gilbert Islands in the Central Pacific While she was there she recorded the following conversation. CLAUDIA POND EYLEY: How
did you and your family come to be living in Tarawa in Kiribati, this remote
atoll on the equator?
There are a lot of Baha'is in Kiribati. With no writings in Gilbertese,
there is a need for individuals to help. We have no authority, are voluntary,
and receive no payment, so we must support ourselves once here. The things I do
as a Baha'i are over and above my family life and activities as an artist. Getting to know the place went hand-in-hand with naming things as in a picture book. These prints were a beginning-they depict things in. my house, things that we do: Mike asleep on the mat, the mosquito net, the wall of upright and criss-cross pattern made from coconut midribs, lava lavas with bold flower designs.
A young
Gilbertese girl called Florence came and worked in our house everyday and kept
me company. I Would draw something, ask Florence its name and then write it
down. Then there is me doing the washing, and all the terrifying creatures that share the bathroom. What you don't see are the crabs from the beach. I am doing the washing in the bathroom. When I signed the prints I translated the gist of the message down at the bottom. The Maneaba - the people meet in these houses, and I suppose in a sense they are like the meeting-houses of the Maori. This particular Maneaba depicted is actually used by the Baha'is as their meeting place. It is built entirely from the materials of the coconut tree and the pandanus, with log supports for the roof, thatching and a coral pebble floor; there are coconut mats to sit on and a fine sleeping-mat. The string that holds all the timber together is made from the coconut husk. You get a sense of these buildings melting into the natural environment.
The Canoe is in the Bareaka. People really look after their canoes here. These boats are their meal ticket. The canoe is used by the man to go fishing. You usually do have to have an outrigger canoe to get out into the deep water over the reef to get the big fish, such as tuna. The Gilbertese canoe uses a sail and I believe that it is the fastest in the Pacific. The men are superb seamen, extremely skilled, and they go out over the reef far away from the sight of the land in these boats. They paint the boats bright colours and
make little shelters for them by the side of the lagoon - open-sided structures
with thatched roofs. They treat the boats with great respect. They have a way of throwing colours together, so what 'I enjoyed with the Florence print and Mike's lavalava was combining the different colours. In Dunedin people just don't wear colours like that, and I approached this very tentatively.
I think that in New Zealand I was very concerned with form. Where
I was living in Portobello we were surrounded by hills that were very imposing,
sensuous and shapely. For about a year before I left New Zealand I was working
in black-and-white, tone and no colour. Here, it is quite different. In New Zealand, if you run out of drawing pencils, you leap into the car and rush out to the shop. In Kiribati, it could be anything. It might be a loaf of bread. We went for four weeks without bread. It could be a packet of nails. You might be lucky, you might not. You can't assume it'll be here. You quickly learn to adapt to that aspect of life. If you don't, you'd go nuts. A lot who can't take that just leave. You soon learn to relax, to go with it. The things that assume
importance here are really the human things: material things don't matter to the
Gilbertese. They live on a subsistence level: they get all they need from the
sea, what little grows on the land and a little money earned from selling copia.
Tea, sugar, rice and corned beef are a real treat.
The men cut the toddy which is gathered every morning and night - that is the sap of the coconut tree used for drinking. It's tapu for the women to go fishing - over the reef, anyway. Sometimes you see women helping with the nets in the lagoon here. The women collect shellfish at low tide, as well as food from the bush: they are responsible for the ongoing care of plants. They tend for the things that grow like the kids and the plants. Women weave different forms of mats, coarse or fine depending on the mat's function. There is no tradition of painting or carving here. The great creations of the Gilbertese people could be the maneabas or meeting-houses. Some are vast. I stayed at one maneaba in Tabiteuea and there was a tradition that the building had been flown there by a mythological person. It arrived out of the sky. It had been there for so long. Each family in the village will be responsible for a certain section of the maneaba, to replace the thatch and the support structures. Over two or three hundred years the structure will remain, but be constantly renewed. The physical presence of the maneaba is very tied-in with the cultural activities of the people of that villagethe gatherings that they have, the dancing, the speeches. It is a totally interwoven society where nothing is separate. The
woven objects are very special and each island has different pattern designs.
The men traditionally wear finely-woven mats wrapped around the loins and tied
with a thick, plaited rope. This is made from women's hair-of a wife, mother or
grandmother. The women have beautiful hair. When it is cut off, it is kept in, a
box and then woven for the appropriate person. The middle of the day is time for a rest, something to cat and then from
three to six p.m. is another work time, after a bit of a siesta. As for the
evenings. I haven't had electricity or insect proofing in the studio - I'll have
to sort that one out.
I was looking at some reproductions of mediaeval woodcuts in which there is a very close connection between the verbal and visual images. Much of the subject matter of the early English carvings was biblical and tried to convey an idea of a story image. The graininess of the wood suited my feeling of this place. This is a rough, raw place, with no pretty additions to make life easy. We live in a Gilbertese house with thatched roof, coconut-rib walls and concrete floor. Our first year here we slept on mats on the floor, but now we have a wooden platform. We have a fridge and electricity which costs a fortune but we have an electric light at night-also a shortwave radio, so we hear the BBC news. We know exactly, what silly nonsense is going on in the rest of the world and who is likely to blow up whom - which all seems so bizarre from here. it is a theatre of cruelty on an international scale - it is all so absurd. Our New Zealand contacts are dependent on Air Nauru and we the
mail once a week. They have this strange, incredible feeling of emptiness. This is one of the feelings when I first came here. It is summed up in an extract about standing on the beach at Nonouti. You look one way and there is the ocean, and the other way and there is more ocean. It's just the sense of vastness and the nothingness of space. It's very unsettling for a while and I'm just starting to get used to it. Living on this island is a bit like living on a ship. You're crowded together on a tiny strip of coral in the middle of this vast ocean. When you read the myths of these people, there is a strange interconnection between the world of the sea, and the land and air.
Certainly the one thing that is very real here is the connection between this world and the life after death. it is not a shut-off thing; the ghosts are real. the spirits of those who have died still walk around and people see them as a physical presence and talk to them. There are no black-and-white compartments here: it is all inter-connected. The calling up of the whales has a close connection with those who have the supernatural power to call the dolphins on to the land. This is an astonishing power, and no amount of Western scepticism can cover up the fact that it happens. It is a magical place and I'm just coming to terms with it. We'll be staying here indefinitely. I feel that we've just begun and I'm still finding my way. Photographs By Claudia Pond Eyley The woodblock prints above are all taken from Robin White's Beginner's Guide to Gilbertese |