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<strong>MONDAY</strong><br />

<strong>ARTPOST</strong><br />

<strong>1114</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 />

+Pairing (Kai Chan):‐)Book Review<br />

Fiona Smyth CHEEZ 456<br />

<strong>MONDAY</strong> <strong>ARTPOST</strong> published on Mondays. Columns by Artists and Writers. All Right Reserved. Published since 2002.<br />

An Ocean and Pounds publication. ISSN 1918-6991. email to: mail@oceanpounds.com


Book Review<br />

:‐)<br />

CHEEZ by Fiona Smyth<br />

480 pages, 8x10 paperback, $85.00<br />

Published by Ocean Pounds, May <strong>2022</strong>


Book Review<br />

:‐)<br />

CHEEZ by Fiona Smyth<br />

Paperback edition available at BLURB<br />

https://www.blurb.ca/b/11161209-cheez-456<br />

Ebook edition (pdf download) available at Ocean Pounds online shop<br />

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From the Notebooks<br />

(2010-<strong>2022</strong>)<br />

Gary Michael Dault<br />

From the Notebooks, 2010-<strong>2022</strong><br />

Number 163: Giacometti Comes to a Flaw in the Road (August 2, <strong>2022</strong>).<br />

The painting comes with a poem--or perhaps a near-poem:<br />

Giacometti came to a flaw in the road<br />

and stopped at once to adjust his load<br />

which spread on the ground<br />

like lemon peels<br />

behind his heels<br />

and while he pondered<br />

his fallen self<br />

a fox sauntered up and ate the parings<br />

leaving Giacometti to recast his bearings:<br />

and he came to a conclusion<br />

after a moment’s confusion:<br />

“Come, Annette, we need not<br />

linger here.”<br />

To which Annette replied<br />

“Very well, my dear.”


ART LOGBOOK<br />

Holly Lee<br />

Joni Stern bach<br />

https://clubofthewaves.com/surf-photographer/joni-sternbach/<br />

Process: Joni Sternbach: Documenting Surfers on Tintype<br />

https://intrepidcamera.co.uk/blog/joni-sternbach-tintype-surfers


TANGENTS<br />

Wilson Tsang<br />

The astronaut


Open/Endedness<br />

bq 不 清<br />

卡 式 錄 音 帶<br />

CASSETTE TAPES<br />

有 多 少 人 能 夠 一 直 沿 著 從 前<br />

走 過 的 蜿 蜒 小 路 回 到<br />

一 週 之 中 最 有 意 義 的 星 期 六<br />

迎 接 星 期 天 的 到 來<br />

How many of us can keep following the same<br />

Winding path you walked before and go back<br />

To the most meaningful day of the week, Saturday,<br />

in anticipation of Sunday,<br />

以 把 未 及 完 成 的 事 做 好 ?<br />

衣 櫃 裡 的 衣 物 不 用 摺 了 ; 天 空 的<br />

顏 色 從 未 轉 變 , 像 城 市 的 鏡 子<br />

單 純 但 多 疑 , 尤 其 當 你 走 近 的 時 候<br />

So that we can have the unfinished matters completed?<br />

Clothes in the wardrobe don’t need to be folded; The colours<br />

Of the sky have never changed, like the mirrors of the city,<br />

Simple and full of suspicion, especially when you approach<br />

你 總 是 往 前 望 但 又 同 時 顧 慮<br />

左 右 , 像 每 次 駛 過 同 一 個<br />

沒 有 交 通 燈 , 算 不 上 繁 忙 的 十 字 路 口<br />

究 竟 那 些 喇 叭 聲 從 何 而 來 ?<br />

And always look ahead but at the same time worry about<br />

Left and right, as if driving through the same intersection that<br />

Has no traffic lights and isn’t exactly busy,<br />

So where do those horns come from?<br />

凡 事 一 體 兩 面 , 建 築 物 的<br />

外 牆 以 內 是 另 一 個 世 界<br />

來 這 裡 的 人 每 週 都 一 樣 毫 無<br />

表 情 , 除 了 反 的 時 候<br />

Everything has two sides. Inside the exterior walls<br />

Of this building is another world.<br />

People come every week without<br />

Expression, except when they flip.


CHEEZ<br />

Fiona Smyth


The Photograph<br />

coordinated by<br />

Kamelia Pezeshki<br />

Azam’s collection by Kamelia Pezeshki


ProTesT<br />

Cem Turgay


Poem a Week<br />

Gary Michael Dault<br />

that a hammer<br />

can hold something<br />

in place?<br />

that Being<br />

is the Taking<br />

you don’t take?<br />

then there’s a hot train<br />

rattling beyond the woods<br />

with foaming cars<br />

and cigar smoke<br />

of pecking at<br />

his block of truth<br />

start to form again<br />

the way the sun<br />

fills in shadow<br />

his hands are open<br />

this is how<br />

a true day begins<br />

as the wounds<br />

of thinking<br />

go down before<br />

his prancing pulse<br />

The Philosopher’s Cottage*<br />

he is thinking by himself<br />

behind shutters<br />

with distance<br />

outside<br />

a pair of flaccid trees<br />

beyond the windows<br />

to attach<br />

with anger<br />

when ideas fail<br />

which are what?<br />

that rigidity<br />

can deliver insight?<br />

is it possible<br />

the passengers<br />

will stay bounded<br />

and not speak<br />

to one another?<br />

and he calls out<br />

like a bird<br />

pulling threads<br />

from his distemper<br />

his disclosures<br />

gleam in the moonlight<br />

bright as the eyes of animals<br />

passing<br />

as the train<br />

slows<br />

the consequences<br />

the open window<br />

admits the hard breeze<br />

of his rustling<br />

licentiousness<br />

he will write up<br />

these notes<br />

before the waters<br />

recede<br />

before he has to<br />

go home<br />

where there is little<br />

of kindness<br />

*There is admittedly some Heidegger here,<br />

but not enough, I trust, to be oppressive.


Caffeine Reveries<br />

Shelley Savor<br />

Old Sweater


Travelling Palm<br />

Snapshots<br />

Tamara Chatterjee<br />

France (March, <strong>2022</strong>) – In preparation of<br />

hibernation; I’ve been fixated on the last<br />

glimmers of daylight. Always mindful that the<br />

evening’s embrace arrives earlier than desired.<br />

As the winds shift and winter season draws<br />

closer, I am reminded that eventually the<br />

perpetual spring will return.


Leaving Taichung<br />

Station<br />

Bob Black<br />

A Balance in Wulai<br />

A<br />

bit of wind scampering,<br />

that unabated kiting that had not yet known the shadow-tang of sorrow<br />

and at flight with fear singing past the strain, a lullaby<br />

and over the rickruck raucous,<br />

the with and the other<br />

and the continent of wirld,<br />

the child and the chief bit into the night<br />

the heart’s fugitive cartography<br />

eye-to-eye in front of hamlet and hurt<br />

glib lulling of evocation, an integument of riddled sympathy<br />

face-to-face with the loneliness of senescent stomping-grounds<br />

and the two of you left from the cliff through the curtains of the waterfall,<br />

the cadence of enervated limbs caught between the rooster’s call and a wet kiss<br />

the elder’s stone knife and warning once dismissed.<br />

Yet<br />

language lay lackadaisical on the hill remnant above Taipei<br />

a body’s remains gapping contention, an arrow in its throat<br />

the left divestiture, to the right hawk, crow and ghost<br />

an inauspicious song looming along the spine of Yushan,<br />

typhoon and rackle, the story a fault line,<br />

a call rhymes up the hill<br />

a grandmother’s clack, the crack in the teacup teetering,<br />

gemstone ghosts and tatoo amore.<br />

A<br />

drop of water from the monkey’s bark springs the tree scattering,<br />

Ama’s story or your own rests on the largest side<br />

the black boar arched up, scampering and languishing in the weeds—<br />

the tides howling fall below or the stones from the ancient gods laying to rest<br />

knee, knife and crag along the velly and valley cloud eye, the lines on the back of her hands.<br />

Are there fallen places above and below remaining, ever?<br />

For: Tobie Openshaw, Sean Kaiteri, Michelle Kao and Amang Hung


Greenwood<br />

Kai Chan<br />

Study<br />

paper, wire


Order this duo-cover Exhibition Catalogue at BLURB<br />

https://www.blurb.ca/b/11309704-2k-4-0<br />

64 pages, 8.5x11 inch, paperback, CAD$35 each<br />

[2K 4.0] the fourth collaborative exhibition by Kai Chan<br />

and Lee Ka-sing. Exhibition runs thru December 10, <strong>2022</strong>,<br />

at 50 Gladstone Avenue artsalon, Toronto<br />

(visit by appointment mail@oceanpounds.com)<br />

(on wall) 16 works (Pairing) by Kai Chan<br />

(on table) an artist book by Lee Ka-sing<br />

View the artist book:<br />

[Songs from the Acid-free Paper Box] (for Holly)<br />

https://books.oceanpounds.com/<strong>2022</strong>/10/sab.html


Kai Chan<br />

Pairing ( 對 對 )<br />

16 works from the<br />

exhibition 2K 4.0


Paul & Mary<br />

61 x 54 x 15 cm<br />

balsa wood, maple, oil and acrylic paint


Karen & Frank<br />

57 x 59 x 10 cm<br />

balsa wood, maple, wire, acrylic paint


Sam & Nancy<br />

30 x 10 x 2,5 cm<br />

button, cider, balsa wood, maple, oil and acrylic paint<br />

George & Nancy<br />

82 x 27 x 2,5 cm<br />

paper, bamboo, balsa wood, maple, acrylic paint


Maria & Paolo<br />

38 x 29 x 9 cm<br />

glass bead, button, wood, wire, plastic twist, acrylic paint<br />

Alfred & Sam<br />

23 x 44 x 11 cm<br />

plastic twist, wire, acrylic paint


George & Sam<br />

117 x 46 x 13 cm<br />

cider, bamboo, silk thread, wire, dye<br />

Kim & Ginger<br />

gampi paper, wire, acrylic paint


Nancy & Sally<br />

36 x 32 x 5 cm<br />

balsa wood, rattan, dogwood, pine, acrylic paint<br />

Linda & Linda<br />

47 x 36 x 7 cm<br />

canvas, wire, acrylic paint


Kenny & Pinky<br />

43 x 29 x 19 cm<br />

plastic, plastic twister, wire<br />

Peter & Sammy<br />

button, equisetum, wood, wire, acrylic paint


Ginger<br />

13 x 21 x 7,5 cm<br />

cotton and silk thread, wire, acrylic paint


Asafetida<br />

19,5 x 8 x 5 cm<br />

cotton and silk thread, wire, acrylic paint<br />

Cayenne<br />

13,5 x 7 x 6,5 cm<br />

cotton and silk thread, wire, acrylic paint


Sumac<br />

19,5 x 8 x 5 cm<br />

cotton and silk thread, wire, acrylic paint


The galloping jelly pink horse with pea green spots<br />

Paperback edition available at BLURB<br />

https://www.blurb.ca/b/11322399-the-galloping-jelly-pink-horse-with-pea-green-spo<br />

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