This year Nuit Blanche at the Gladstone would not be complete without Wayne Muma, an artist who found a kinship with his medium at a very young age:
My involvement with trees began before I can remember. Before the builder was born I was a climber. To this day many decades latter I still find peace twenty feet off the ground wedged between limbs. When the builder arrived, it came in the form of a successive string of tree forts. Part of my youth was spent pulling my wagon through new construction sites “borrowing scraps” after hours. After tree houses came a successive string of boats. Wilderness paddling was partly an excuse to find ancient trees that eluded both time and loggers. Furniture building first began as a necessary economic skill to fill our house. I enjoy finding my materials now as much as using them.