Hope of a Kiss

NIGEL BANKS, 2024

Weather and wonder have shaped two driftwood sticks. Delivered by improbable currents of chance from distant patches of bush to a single beach, they arrive – sculpted, quiet, ready. Their forms echo those of driftwood gathered from Ruarapapari Waipuna at the mouth of the harbour. Nature knew their shapes before we did.

One stick is an enigma made of stardust with a fear of staying. The other is stubbornly terrestrial, full of certainty. As their encounter begins, time seems to fold inward – just for them.

They don’t speak. They see. They are.

And for one perfect moment, the universe is utterly still.

This moment is Hope of a Kiss – that unlikely event where two souls are held close just long enough for an encounter to break out.

One reaches down from the velvet vault of night, ancient as silence.

The other looks up from the weight of the land, clumsy with longing, hungry for light.

They recognise the other before they understand.

They meet – not quite touching, not quite staying – in this defining moment.

Their connection is brief, unspeakably tender – and maybe… enough.

This is the One Moment – when the static drops out, the curtain lifts, and both souls glimpse something neither expected: the hope of a kiss.

Not the kiss itself.

The hope.

The voltage of maybe.

The charge of what-if.

Suddenly, connection feels not just possible, but inevitable.

And like all things that matter, it doesn’t last.

Yet it will never leave – not entirely.

Oil, alkyd and polyurethane over linen on 4 mm ACM sheet.

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