In 1995, I visited a Maori village (Marae) on the Whanganui River (fong-a-nu-e) in New Zealand. George, the chief or Matai of the community, showed me around and took me to see an ancient tribal canoe. This canoe had been buried so that the bow stuck vertically out of the ground by about three metres. The bow of the canoe was highly decorated in traditional Maori black and white designs. George asked me to place my finger on the designs and trace out the shapes I saw. I did this, carefully running my finger over the black fern leaf patterns. When I finished, he looked at me and laughed: “Now it’s my turn”, he said, as he placed his finger on the white parts of the design and traced out the same fern leaf shapes.