Recently I returned home to New Zealand. I was born in Auckland, adopted at nine days old and have spent my entire life in Australia, returning occasionally for holidays. last year my friend Alison decided it was time for me to find my people and my initial response was, “buzz off and find your own people!”. What I have experienced with most adopted people, is a sense of rejection. It just seems to come with the baggage of being given away. The crippling fear of facing birth parents and being rejected for a second time, was more than I could bear and so I had never undertaken a search for my family. But Alison had decided it was time. 

First of all, it started with retrieving a pre-adoption birth certificate, who even knew such a thing existed? It is a simple process, fill out a form from a website. The piece of paper came which stated my birth mother’s name, father unrecorded and the name she gave me at birth. Then a stamp with the names of my adopted parents and the name they registered me as. I cried for two days solid. I can’t even tell you why, it’s just so deep to know you have another identity that you knew nothing about.

 The research team: Me, Alison & Treena

The research team: Me, Alison & Treena

The second step was a trip to the Christchurch Library. We researched everything on my birth mother, she wasn’t on Facebook (that would have been too easy), so it required an appointment with Births, Deaths and Marriages, where we found her parents’ names. Alison (who missed her calling and really should have been a detective) surmised that either one of her parents could have passed away, so we scrolled through death notices and found that she was right. From my grandfather’s death notice we learned my birth mother and husband’s name. The next step could only have been divine. My friend Treena, quite unaccustomed to such acts of bravery, called a number she found in the white pages that sounded like the right person.

 Dalbert John Kingi (the tall one)

Dalbert John Kingi (the tall one)

 Of course the woman on the other end of the phone was shocked and a little freaked out, but it was in-fact the right person and two days later we sat in a cafe, sipping coffee and wondering how we had got there. When we met for the first time, it was tense. Her family still don't know I exist, but she gave me my father’s name and two photos. Old black and white photos of a man who had long since passed away, Dalbert John Kingi, (Ngāpuhi). Her biggest concern was that it was one of those tv shows, with someone about to jump out of the bushes with a camera. But this was not that, I just wanted to know where I had come from and who was my father and what was my point of origin?

 It was the mid-sixties, my mother was working as a nurses aid in Auckland, blonde hair, blue eyed Pākehā girl, meets a good looking, smooth talking Māori boy who played the guitar and liked to tell stories. They had a fun filled few months and then when she moved on to Dunedin to pursue her nursing career, she found she not only had Dalbert’s memories, but she had his child as well. She gave birth to me at the Auckland hospital, adopted me out straight away and went on with her life. She didn’t tell anyone, not her family, not her friends and not my father.

Since then I have found Dalbert’s family, I am one of fourteen siblings (he had two marriages and a few extracurricular activities). I have met five of my siblings, brothers and sisters that I am so fortunate and proud to know and now I have a beautiful sister, Malta; who I just adore. When I met my brother Brownie, in Whangarei, he explained to me our whakapapa. Such an incredible history of family and culture, traced right back to before the first waka arrived in Aotearoa. For the first time in my life I felt what it meant to belong.

Read more about my story on the BLOG

 My beautiful sister Malta

My beautiful sister Malta

Of course everything has changed for me now, how can anything ever be the same? What does it mean to be Māori?

 Brownie & Me, standing on ancestral land

Brownie & Me, standing on ancestral land

My new series of paintings comes from the process of outworking these questions of identity and celebrating beautiful Aotearoa.
There is a place near my friend Treena's house where we would sit with coffee, look out at the beautiful view and talk about the adventures of finding my family. From this bench seat, all you could see was water, a sliver of land and sky.
The Journey Home painting is a celebration of the beautiful land of Aotearoa. This is home.

  The Journey Home  acrylic on linen, 152 x 76cm

The Journey Home acrylic on linen, 152 x 76cm

Across the Waters and Where the Sea Meets the Sky are two of the first paintings of my new collection. I was researching the ancestors journey across the waters from their original homeland. They set out on their waka, being guided by the stars, in search of new land and a new life. It would have taken such courage and strength, to launch out with their families into the unknown. This is how I feel, having packed up all that I had and leaving all that I knew behind, to venture home to a land I know nothing about. It is both exciting and scary to begin again, but I feel compelled to take the journey.

  Across the Waters  mixed media collage, 61 x 61cm

Across the Waters mixed media collage, 61 x 61cm

  Where the Sea Meets the Sky  mixed media, 61 x 61cm

Where the Sea Meets the Sky mixed media, 61 x 61cm

View the Exhibition Here

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Inheritance - The Continuation of the Journey Home
A journey about finding my way home, discovering family, exploring culture and understanding identity.

Froyle Davies, adopted at nine days old, spent her whole life living in Australia. Now after 47 years Froyle has returned home to New Zealand to find her roots and the family she has never known. Nearly a year to the day since moving to Palmerston North, New Zealand, she is ready to share the continuation of her story ‘Inheritance’.

Through a lavish expression of colour and texture, and with a constantly growing knowledge of her heritage and culture, Froyle’s paintings are to be experienced. This exhibition will be running from the 4th May through to the 5th June.

“This story is of my journey home, finding my family and a place in New Zealand. It is a story of reconciliation that could have only been made possible by divine grace. I am a tale of two cultures. I feel like I am one of the hui birds come home. Resurrected from extinction and now on a path for finding my true identity by exploring the inheritance (knowledge) of my Māori heritage. As I come to understand this history, culture and inheritance, it will strengthen who I am as a person and as an artist”.

The opening of the exhibition will be held on Saturday the 5th May at 5:30pm at the Square Edge Arts Centre.
All are welcome to join us in celebration of this stunning new series and hear more about the journey of new discoveries.

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