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<strong>MONDAY</strong><br />
<strong>ARTPOST</strong><br />
<strong>1024</strong>-<strong>2022</strong><br />
ISSN1918-6991<br />
<strong>MONDAY</strong><strong>ARTPOST</strong>.COM<br />
Columns by Artists and Writers<br />
Bob Black / bq / Cem Turgay /<br />
Fiona Smyth / Gary Michael Dault<br />
/ Holly Lee / Kai Chan / Kamelia<br />
Pezeshki/ Shelley Savor / Tamara<br />
Chatterjee / Wilson Tsang /<br />
+ Watercolours (Libby Hague)<br />
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The Photograph<br />
coordinated by<br />
Kamelia Pezeshki<br />
Untitled by Gordon Hawkins
Leaving Taichung<br />
Station<br />
Bob Black<br />
19 Fragments of Youth, Athirst<br />
“Have you feared the future would be nothing to you?”--Whitman<br />
VIX: 2014<br />
The light of the Buddha’s arms in the outstretched cave in Taiwan,<br />
the carving of ink against rock,<br />
the walk like the shifting, slow and surfeit, of surf over sand,<br />
the light in the morning before you unflag into light,<br />
the rhyme unfurled before the syllables sound,<br />
my father’s map both before and after he had set to flame,<br />
the horse’s cantor,<br />
the turtle’s turn under sugar cane,<br />
the solving of equations without polynomials,<br />
the ‘we’ inside of the ewe’s bleat.<br />
the joining and the shearing,<br />
alight.<br />
You.
X: 2014<br />
When I held his hand for the first time, i understood<br />
how buoyant weight watered and coupled in opposition,<br />
fingers bowed like a cat’s cradle<br />
and weaving<br />
the lessening of gravity’s draw,<br />
the pull and tug of angles and reflections convexed,<br />
that special joinery that strengthens and relieves<br />
the falling away and apart.<br />
anchored when the stories coupled in the shape of shadows or fingers<br />
or different languages lifted like kite string let go.<br />
and I knew:<br />
all the ghosts that had run in<br />
and all the simple picking-up-of-things<br />
that became our constellation and calligraphy,<br />
my father had taught me to burn<br />
but he had not taught me to plant<br />
from ash<br />
what can be grown from the loss of long timber.<br />
That I learned on my own<br />
not from the burned maps<br />
but from the putting-together of us, we<br />
The wax and weave of the joinery and the yew.<br />
Gravity shall not, even pully’d over horizon, dissipate,<br />
yet in its pivot and divestment bares and releases strain<br />
and each night the tension candles its kilos into wisps of a word or a found hair,<br />
the curlicues and syllables between our teeth in the morning:<br />
the burning and combing of each:<br />
organ, calcium, dendrite, lace and dream,<br />
all that which lends lip and loss between our silences<br />
the clicking of the letters of his name and mine,<br />
ink key snapping against thin paper<br />
the promises between the knees,<br />
the abacus and the ruler and the carpenter’s tool:<br />
all that, our method and our medicine.<br />
So I followed the movements, when I lept over a southern sky<br />
and there and there and there, we grazed the ineffable:<br />
name, body, story breath like frost against glass,<br />
a settling before the breakage
Greenwood<br />
Kai Chan<br />
Drawing.<br />
Ink, pastel on paper
Kai Chan + Lee Ka-sing<br />
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Poem a Week<br />
Gary Michael Dault<br />
The Midas Hotel<br />
I stayed<br />
three days<br />
at the Midas<br />
Hotel<br />
breaking<br />
several teeth<br />
on solid gold<br />
dinner rolls<br />
hacking into a bowl<br />
of gold soup<br />
with a pick-axe<br />
the size of a fork<br />
freezing at night<br />
on spun gold sheets<br />
and bullion<br />
pillowcases<br />
it sounds<br />
sumptuous<br />
but it was<br />
hard going
CHEEZ<br />
Fiona Smyth
Open/Endedness<br />
bq 不 清<br />
倫 敦 分 散 力<br />
LONDON DISPERSION FORCE<br />
躲 在 海 德 公 園 中 一 棵 樹 後 面 假 裝<br />
在 樹 洞 裡 , 不 動 地 欣 賞 世 界 的 聲 色<br />
說 破 自 己 的 秘 密 : 我 們 沈 溺 於 已 知 的 事<br />
在 這 個 講 求 證 據 的 世 界 裡<br />
I hide behind a tree in Hyde Park pretending<br />
To be inside a tree hole, appreciating the senses of the world<br />
while it reveals its secrets: we dwell on the knowns.<br />
In this world that relies on evidence,<br />
液 體 是 對 你 最 好 的 敵 人<br />
因 為 水 洗 並 不 能 夠 完 全 清 潔 你 的 泥 土<br />
你 眼 見 四 處 山 石 的 體 積 漸 漸<br />
變 成 擁 抱 海 市 蜃 樓 的 沙 漠<br />
Liquid treats you the best among enemies,<br />
For water can’t thoroughly cleanse your soil.<br />
You witness the size of mountains and rocks around gradually<br />
Turning into deserts that embrace mirages.<br />
而 騎 駱 駝 的 人 在 想 像<br />
像 花 的 雲 朵 是 怎 麼 樣 的<br />
又 或 者 , 像 雲 的 白 花 其 實<br />
是 結 果 之 延 續 , 可 是 又 並 非<br />
And a cameleer is imagining<br />
What it’s like to be a cloud that looks like a flower,<br />
Or, a flower that looks like a cloud is in fact<br />
What lies beyond this fruition, that not<br />
每 個 人 都 懂 , 如 那 些 捉 不 住 的 狀 態<br />
不 知 道 是 過 於 油 膩 還 是 久 缺 水 分<br />
因 此 無 法 製 造 出 矛 盾 與 火 花<br />
而 成 為 一 首 你 口 中 的 出 色 的 詩 作<br />
Everyone can comprehend, like those intangible moments<br />
Not knowing if they are overly greasy or too dehydrated<br />
And therefore paradoxes and sparks can’t be made,<br />
which become what you called excellent poetry.
TANGENTS<br />
Wilson Tsang<br />
eclipse
ART LOGBOOK<br />
Holly Lee<br />
Melvin Sokolsky<br />
https://www.harpersbazaar.com/fashion/photography/a41135117/groundbreaking-fashionphotographer-melvin-sokolsky-has-died/<br />
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Remembering Fashion Photographer Melvin Sokolsky<br />
https://www.showstudio.com/news/remembering-fashion-photographer-melvin-sokolsky
Caffeine Reveries<br />
Shelley Savor<br />
Cold Wind, Dark Shadows
Exhibition ends this week.
Mushrooms and Clouds (but<br />
no Mushroom Clouds)<br />
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This book was published on the occasion of the exhibition Mushrooms and<br />
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Toronto, October 1-29, <strong>2022</strong>.
From the Notebooks<br />
(2010-<strong>2022</strong>)<br />
Gary Michael Dault<br />
Number 160: A Man Driven Mad by Specificity (October 22, <strong>2022</strong>)
Travelling Palm<br />
Snapshots<br />
Tamara Chatterjee<br />
India (May, 2017) – As we rejoice in lighting<br />
our diya, honouring the ethereal “victory<br />
of light over darkness, good over evil, and<br />
knowledge over ignorance”. I can’t help but<br />
having flashbacks of the rather rambunctious<br />
group of youngsters battling it out with<br />
the mud pile in Kumartoli. The mud; a<br />
quintessential component of godly crafts.<br />
Stuck in the mud or playing around, hard at<br />
work or hardly working, duality is always at<br />
the heart of the matter.
ProTesT<br />
Cem Turgay
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Libby Hague<br />
Watercolours<br />
Excerpted from<br />
Reality. Irreality. Augmented Reality.<br />
DOUBLE DOUBLE September edition<br />
200 pages, 8x10 inch (20x25 cm), paperback, perfect bound<br />
Published by OCEAN POUNDS, <strong>2022</strong>
The imagery grows from the fluidity of my augmented reality experiments over the past year - a<br />
perfect medium to explore ideas of transformation, where people can temporarily escape some of their<br />
own limitations.<br />
I became interested in Augmented Reality (AR) last year through an invitation to participate in an<br />
AR project called MOVEMENT Toronto < > Vienna, organized by Pix Film Collective, Toronto and<br />
the Artificial Museum, Vienna.<br />
AR as a process is difficult, but magical. Artists create in a 3D world where solids move through<br />
one another with the ease of imagination. It is profoundly strange and slippery - a perfect medium<br />
to explore ideas of transformation and sexuality. These shifting qualities are also a promising way<br />
to investigate human nature under stress - how the good and bad within people can escape bounds<br />
of normal, predictable behaviour and morph into its opposite. When moving in the 3D world, I have<br />
sometimes wondered where the character disappeared, only to realize that I am under the skin, inside<br />
the character, travelling towards the heart.<br />
AR experiments have become an important part of my generative process. I can develop these in<br />
subsequent iterations in woodcut, watercolour and digital output in a productive feedback loop. In<br />
the 3D environment I can try out different drawings, prints or watercolours on the moving surface of<br />
the characters and present myself with a nearly overwhelming variety of choices.<br />
The strangeness of AR has inspired this series of watercolours. Watercolour is more agile than the<br />
woodcuts I usually work with. I paint with a fast brush trying to keep pace with the small dancers,<br />
blending the naive, the erotic and the simply strange. If something gets too slow, too muddy, I cut it<br />
out and use collage to bring in strangeness and freshness once again. It feels like liberation.<br />
My AR mentors have been the SystemKollektiv in Vienna and PixFilmCollective in Toronto.<br />
(Libby Hague)
Chimera<br />
unique work, watercolour, collage, 16 x 14 inch.
Carry me home<br />
unique work, watercolour, collage, 12 x 16 inch.
Betty<br />
unique work, watercolour, collage, 12 x 16 inch.
Something New<br />
unique work, watercolour, collage, 16 x 18.75 inch.
Whisper in My Ear<br />
unique work, watercolour, collage, 17.5 x 18.125 inch.
Blue Swoop<br />
unique work, watercolour, collage, 13.6 x 16 inch. (irregular shape)
Sunrise shower<br />
unique work, watercolour, india ink, collage, 13 x 16 inch. (irregular shape)
Barely reconcilable<br />
unique work, watercolour, india ink, collage, 19 x 16 inch.
Back to Black<br />
unique work, watercolour, india ink, collage, 12 x 16 inch.
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