An all-NZ native guitar. This piece of kahikatea was milled from a tree knocked down in some serious flooding in the Whanganui region of the North Island. As I built with it I reflected on the place that rivers have in the spiritual and cultural life of Aotearoa New Zealand. I spent most of my life living on the banks of the Waikato river, which is an awe-inspiring thing for its depth, force, and occasional violence. The contrast with Melbourne, where I live now, couldn't be greater. The creeks and rivers here are delicate and ephemeral - even after heavy rain - but they have their own beauty.