POISON PAWN 
 
2021, RM Gallery 
Tāmaki Makaurau 

 
Due to COVID restrictions, the majority of this project took place online from 6th October – 20th November, 2021. With a 3-day physical exhibition from 18th – 20th November. 

 

POISON PAWN  was a process-based collaborative film-making project. To begin with, Daphne introduced a group of stock characters, each with their own storyboard, background and musical motif which was developed by Yanik Soland. These were accompanied by a naval-themed soliloquy, 'Pablo’s Lament', written by Rabindranath X. Bhose. The characters and soliloquy then prompted a script that was co-developed with Josie Perry.
 
Special thanks to;
Yanik Soland https://www.yaniksoland.ch/  
Josie Perry https://josieperry.com/ 
Rabindranath A. Bhose https://rabhose.co.uk/ 

The Mondriaan Fonds
Amy Yalland  https://yalland.co.nz/
Mark Schroder
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Video Snippets 

Script co-developed with Josie Perry

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Text by Rabindranath Xavier Bhose

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Rabindranath Xavier Bhose 

Pablo's Lament

With every passing day,

I find myself more bitter.

And needless now to say 

The customers get shitter.

 

Tiny charts her reckless course, 

Boa whispers in her ear,

Of bad advice - an endless source,

The rest of us are left to fear

 

Our path through the water

Our journey at sea.

The Captain Log’s author 

Less canny than me.

 

When Joeyina comes in 

And envelops us all 

With thunderclaps, lightning

And dramatic rainfall

 

Maybe then we can all 

Get a decent night’s sleep

As the customers bawl 

And the open decks weep.

 

When the skies open up

I can lick my bar clean

Oh so empty my cup

But at least it will gleam 

 

There is nothing for me 

On this God awful ship 

To  Joeyina I plea: 

With your force make it flip.

 

Into sunnier times

Where we swim wild and free

The clock’s hourly chimes

Muffled flat by the sea. 

 

A familiar hum 

And intertwined necks

To my ears it will come  ‘

Til they no longer flex 

 

Until then I must toil 

As Hobby drones on 

And my blood will still boil 

Until curtains are drawn.

Musical motifs by Yanik Soland

Albino Boa
Joeyina Tempestina
Tiny Titanic
Hobby Horse
Pablo the depressed Alpaca
Unable Tasman