I'd have liked to have met Mr Hundertwasser. His nude speeches in the 60s about the right to have a third skin would have been so groovy.
If I'd been in my 20s when he was doing his thing, I'd have drunk the Kool Aid. (Note to reader: some of the flat make-overs I did in my 20s I would really like to apologise to my landlords for but I can't. That's because if they discovered my identity they'd justifiably kill me. In my defence that nude portrait of a woman and the "loosening of lines" with a chisel on that 1950s heartwood rimu door were not my idea.)
Among other things, Hundertwasser was an interesting painter with some good ideas - but I'm not sure he was a great architect.
Nor am I convinced yet that his work was about the kind of shifts in perception and identity. The "seeing our faces in our places" work that will help make Whangarei the kind of community that is intrinsically a good host.
Will it, attract and engage the people who live here as much as the one-night trade of tourism?