Tim J. Veling
Ōtautahi Christchurch
Aotearoa New Zealand

1. Dad, Pete, Opa 
2. Pūharakekenui Styx
   
3. 12:51 22.02.11
4. Avonside
5. Sapporo, White
6. Pre-marital Bliss
7. These Are The Days
8. Red Bus Diary
9. Necessary Distractions

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12:51 22.02.11

12:51 22.02.11 is an ongoing project documenting Ōtautahi Christchurch’s rapidly changing post-earthquake central business district. It has its origins in Orientation, a body of work that took the form of a modest walking guide to the ‘Red Zone’ cordons erected immediately after the Canterbury earthquake, 12.51pm, 22nd February 2011. 

The distilled edit of images presented in this gallery were previously catalogued across a range of sub-projects, each defined by specific periods of time, shifts in modes of practice, city redevelopment milestones and, it must be said, my own evolving sense of grief. 

I came to this image selection by way of attempting to conceptualise and prototype a survey publication of this body of work. This process confirmed my suspicion that while work to date could certainly be made to hold its own as form of idiosyncratic artistic response to a time of trauma and renewal, there remains too many loose ends. As such, much of the content I’ve gathered has yet to reveal its significance. I’m resolved to be patient. 

Moving forward, I plan to work with experts across a range of disciplines to create the definitive account of this place and its people in the wake of disaster. This will include fostering reciprocal relationships that might lead to contributions of insight from social and political scientists, engineers, geologists, architectural historians, educational specialists and mana whenua. I am interested in processes of co-authorship towards communicating a broad, collective depth of knowledge, rather than emphasising my own interpretation of events. I’m proud of the photographs I’ve made during this post-earthquake period and have always attempted to highlight a strong sense of critic and conscience within them, but for such a complicated and contested subject it seems necessary to invite more varied perspectives born from nuanced expertise, experience and long-term reflection. 

I will attempt to keep on top of updating this gallery with new work as I make it, plus add older images when it finds a place.

Entourage, 2021

Entourage, 2021 (text insert)



Orientation, 2011
50 copies (out of print)
A walking guide to central city ‘Red Zone’ cordons

Orientation: City and Memory
Dr. Jessica Halliday


We may live without her [architecture] and worship without her, but we cannot remember without her.
John Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture, 1849.


Tim Veling's recent photographs of central Christchurch pictured from the edge of the red zone bear no relationship to traditional photographs of architecture-with-a-capital-A. There's no heroism, no grand artefact; in these photographs architecture becomes an all-encompassing term embracing the incidental as well as the significant. Neither is he interested in the alternative and commonly captured tectonic drama of our ravaged city's drastically damaged structures and piles of rubble. Instead, he quietly examines the everyday reality where architecture isn't a rarefied design object or a piece of real estate, softly bringing the wider urban, social and psychological context within the frame.

This is a broader view of the inner city domestic street or the rear or rooftop of familiar buildings or sites. In this view are both direct and indirect suggestions of our social, political and personal interactions with the built environment, as it was, as it is and as it might be. An abandoned bike, faded tagging, a child in a buggy, a Unimog casually parked on an inner city street.

In every image one or more towers peak over other structures and form the skyline. Many of them will not push into the sky in the near future. Some, such as the Hotel Grand Chancellor, will be demolished under warrants issued by CERA, the fate of others will be determined by economic equations. By drawing attention to the presence and role of these buildings in our urban lives, Veling raises questions about the consequences of holding knowledge and having experience of a specific urban environment and the matter of memory and the city. 

These are the multi-story buildings that Veling uses to locate himself within, and find his way through, the city. By gaining a spatial knowledge and memory of the city and its constituent parts through regular use (probably on foot) these buildings have been come codes for both deliberate and emotional way-finding for many of us in Christchurch. "I'm near the winding Avon; I'm to the north of Cathedral Square; I'm where I shared my last embrace with my lover."

Spatial memory is so important to human survival it is regarded as a 'natural' memory. In the classical world, this 'natural' memory was used to aid 'artificial', purposeful memory. Natural memories of rigid, ordered spaces and objects and places within space, such as the interior of a house or buildings within a city, are used as a structure on which to 'peg' other forms of knowledge. Although an imaginary spatial image could be used, the ready availability of existing memory banks of real spatial relationships between objects as found in the house or the city made them easy architectural mnemonics. 

Memories so easily gained and so vital to human survival are unerringly, unwittingly 'pegged' with emotional associations. What will happen to us who live in Christchurch, individually and collectively, when more of these buildings vanish from our knowledge and experience of the city? If our city no longer matches our memories, will we still identify and comprehend it, will it still mean something to us, will we still find our ways through her streets?

Dr Jessica Halliday
Architectural Historian / Director of FESTA, Festival of Transitional Architecture, Otautahi, Aotearoa. 
Originally published in The Silver Bulletin #2

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A Terrible Beauty
Peter Ireland

Orientation, a book of photographs by Tim J Veling, A Place in Time Documentary Project, published by Al-les Press, Christchurch, 2011.


Stuff happens. We react.

The stuff of the Christchurch earthquakes has calculable dimensions, as does all the physical damage. The Red Zone has precise geographical parameters. It gradually becomes known which buildings are to be demolished, which can be repaired: this one, that one. Detailed plans are laid for the reconstruction, with measurable maps, established timelines, dedicated amounts of money. These are facts. They have jobs to do. One of them is offering reassurance at a time when when very little can be depended on, when any notion of "ordinary life" has become just a memory.

There's very little of the factual, though, in our reactions to situations. That we're reacting is probably the only identifiable fact. How we react is the realm of emotions and their background of personal history, a cauldron of circumstances with no calculable dimensions whatever. This is where the common distinction between the factual and the emotional breaks down (that old objective/subjective binary chestnut) because the felt realm is just as real - try asking anyone in Christchurch.

There is some stuff that happens which is almost impossible to comprehend: natural catastrophies such as the recent Japanese earthquake and tsunami, cultural tragedies such as the Holocaust, where any concept of "normality" ceases to apply, and the human beings most directly affected may easily succumb to a numbness just to get by, a sort of emotional Red Zone, cordoned off with guarded checkpoints. How can we get our heads around the facts and consequences of the Canterbury earthquakes? No listing of the facts surrounding them is going to encompass the enormity of their impact on the lives of the people living there. The jobs that facts can do have their limitations. It's worth recalling that the great Lisbon earthquake of 1755 gave the whole Enlightenment project a big jolt too. So, the question is: where to put one's faith if any sense is to be made of such intense, frightening experience?

Of course, isolated facts are anyway pretty meaningless. It's their context and the internal consistency of their ordering that compels our respect and enables our belief. Perhaps surprisingly, the thing we call art can operate along similar lines. Surprisingly because art's processes are almost automatically assumed to be the opposite of science's and the factual approach they depend on. Veling has already demonstrated his skill in this contexting and creating internal consistency with his 50-part series Pre-marital Bliss. Very few of the images on their own tell you much about the subject - apart from, perhaps, indicating the photographer's uncommon formal abilities. But, these images add up, incrementally, to an unforgettable picture of a personal relationship in all its tentative and tender dynamics.
"Orientation" is the perfect word to title this new sequence of 20 photographs taken over the past several months inside Christchurch's Red Zone. Veling may be doing the traditional reportage of the documentary project, but he's also trying to make sense of his experience by putting faith in his image-making, re-orienting himself to the vastly changed circumstances of the place where he lives. And in terms of context and internal consistency, Orientation is as successful as Pre-marital Bliss in building a whole out of a sequence of discrete images. Successful's a rather clinical description in these particular circumstances though. Just as, say, Grunewalds's Isenheim Altarpiece of 1506-1515, The Crucifixion, might be seen as a "successful" resolution of form and content. There's actually quite a bit more to it.

That famously distressed and broken body (painted to inspire acceptance of suffering and commitment to hope in the inmates of a hospice for victims of St Anthony's Fire) might serve as a metaphor for Veling's latest project. His subject is a broken central city, scarred, empty, devoid of health, and seemingly doomed. The suffering and hope Grunewald addressed are implied in Orientation's dedication: "... to the people of Christchurch. When the cordons are removed, when the land is cleared and our city rebuilt, may we never forget those no longer with us". The painter's concern was for human physical affliction: the photographer's concern more for the psychological sphere.

Superficially, Veling's images are as dead-pan as Fiona Amundsen's - there's a whole international style of urban depiction of this sort right now - but the more you look into them there are details that stab you in the chest and send the photographs from the category of factual reportage into the theatre of emotional response, the very coolness of these views suggestive of a certain numbness of feeling and a compulsive need to make sense of what's happening. This search and these seemingly objective images are suffused with a melancholy almost palpable.

The book's simple, sober design can only reinforce the photographer's project, the repeated three elements of it suggesting a pulse paralleling a slow, funereal drumbeat. It's not just a matter of giving the images an appropriate context though. The design actively channels Veling's desire to draw our attention to the details. It's now necessary to describe the layout in some detail. The page format is vertical A4. You open the book, and in the middle of the left-hand page, occupying about a quarter of the space, is a map of central Christchurch, a red do showing the location of the following photograph (as yet hidden). In the middle of the facing, right-hand page, on the same scale, is a fuzzy, often puzzling image - often so pixilated as to seem almost abstract - that turns out to be a tiny detail of the following photograph (still remaining hidden). This right-hand page folds out, to reveal the full-sized photograph, on A3 scale. This strategy gets you looking, scanning each image forensically for the clue and - of course - finding much along the way, just as the photographer intended, each discovery adding to the weight of what Veling's camera is unearthing.
This extraordinary publication is the most recent in a long line coming from Glenn Busch's A Place in Time Documentary Project, initiated in 2000, after he became a photography lecturer at Canterbury University's School of Fine Arts at Ilam. Busch has been a crusading presence in New Zealand photography since the mid-1970s, when he established the pioneering Snaps Gallery in Auckland. He published one of the first contemporary photographic portfolios, his 1975 Marylands' series, and later became known for his Working Menseries, published as a successful book in 1984 along with a nationally-touring exhibition.

A Place in Time was set up "... with the purpose of making documentary work about a city and a cross-section of its people that might contribute towards an increased knowledge, perception and tolerance of one another". In 2000, the place of traditional documentary photography wasn't the sexiest on the planet, certainly in the art world, which was only then beginning to comprehend that the photographic medium might have something to offer. Even in just the past dozen years this situation has changed markedly, but while some public galleries - such as New Plymouth's Govett-Brewster - are taking documentary work more seriously, this hasn't trickled down very far with regard to the galleries generally (exhibiting and collecting), or private collecting. And it's pretty hard to make any connection with what goes on these days in auction houses and A Place in Time's"tolerance of one another". The documentary strain of photography clearly still has much work to do and a long way to go.

It's one of those ironies of history that when Busch began the project, with its seemingly old-fashioned aims, no one could have predicted that its first decade of endeavour would merely be preparation for what its job might be in the wake of the earthquakes. Veling's Orientation is the first sign of this. It could become our orientation too.

Peter Ireland
Originally published HERE