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by Kai Chan

Drawing #4 2021 watercolour, ink on paper

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Caffeine Reveries
by Shelley Savor


Water Tiger

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Poem a Week
by Gary Michael Dault



in certain
inescapably tender scenes
on film
flower petals
(often sunflowers
sometimes tulips)
one by one
abandoning bouquets
weary with waiting
the petals are
seen to be
like tears
so are the days
that ripple by
on desk calendars
the pages flipping wildly
when the studio wind
blows on them
its breath of metaphor
real time
takes longer to pass
and is less easy
to depict:
an ankle hurts
a tooth falls out
you want to sleep
more than you ever did



a new photograph every day
by Lee Ka-sing




by Madeleine Slavick 思樂維

..knowing the world through the body
and the body through the world...
- Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust

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by Cem Turgay



From the Notebooks (2010-2021)
by Gary Michael Dault


From the Notebooks, 2010-2021.
Number 122: Sailing to Mt. Athos (May 20, 2021).


by Holly Lee



World fountains


Barrio Chino Habana: an ongoing project by Sean Alexander Geraghty on the once glorious chinatown in Latin America.




ART LOGBOOK is a new column with contributions by various authors.


Taking Notes
by Jeff Jackson


“ Two Satin Evening Dresses “, Christian Dior Exhibition, McCord Museum, Montreal, 2021.


The Photograph
coordinated by Kamelia Pezeshki

Entrance, Arcadia, Florida, 2014 by Jude Marion

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Travelling Palm Snapshots
by Tamara Chatterjee


Madagascar (March, 2010) – It was a rather nice day in Ambalavao, the fresh air and billowing clouds were a welcome relief from the previous few days of muggy weather. Despite the bustle of the zebu market, I spent a few moments of reprise sitting down chatting with a small crew of farmers. Essentially seated on an old water trough; reinvented as the empty water cooler, with the official squad chatting bovine business.

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by Fiona Smyth


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Leaving Taichung Station
by Bob Black


Holly Descending the Stairs

“Love and translation look alike in their grammar. To love someone implies transforming their words into ours. Making an effort to understand the other person and, inevitably, to misinterpret them. To construct a precarious language together.” -Andres Neuman

She paws the door open from a forest of books, winds through the studio and dining room
a sentinel scenting the twists and dust with secrets, alert and atonce listening
squeezes through opening and breaks for light
shoeing upon clouds, pattering aside the warm, small paws still imprinted on her lap,
and counts like a cat, the steps: tap-tap-tap.
Here thoughts imaginate, rounding the streets bowed corner, where over her shoulder a window like a fishbowl
And the traffic bowls and burps and makes itself known to her
The potted plant all grown up and yet tomorrow will return to being a young adult.
You just missed your friend there on the wall's other side, still dreaming to be
a print-maker splaying up his seeing coloured fuchsia, parakeet and Cerulean.

There goes the second floor.

The landing which sags under the load of books still providing heatandcooled dreams for the gallery below: ballyhoo
a gallery abloom.
She is still descending
a constellation of poetry, a space of play and joy --

Bing Lee's drawings silent the way water flows, a soft whispering breaking,
And here comes Araki's mad maze,
while Christopher, with a chill March blow, sharpens Toronto in the fractured light,
Anothermainman's red-white-blue vase flowers the wide-widening horizon,
and Ping-kwan's poem writes our building upside down,
Luo Hui's sturdy translations dancing through the glass of the horizon’s front window:
Let's look back at the path that channels the rooms and our life:
Far a piece and yet as close as a view-finder, another’s colour-stirred landscape,
a hybrid of intelligence and bitterness, the tones of the formidable and the lowbrow.

Still, what lovely weather today,
Her poured sunshine after altitudinous rain, her hopes rich in their lighting,
a family’s almanac of  joy and sorrow mixed together as if in a porcelain bowl
cracks veining the luminous afternoon.
All that light, remember?

She takes out his large-format toy camera, hand-made from wood.
Let's walk all the way east, the western fringe of Queen Street West
Toward Trinity Bellwoods Park and the home of our once cheerful neighbourhood.
You see that mythical spirit, hanging in the branches and watching the world twist
upsidedown and rightsidewrong
The Shan-Hai-Jin, a geography tracing human lines and markings,
the hums and hows of their life,
the Yuen-Oi annotation that we brought 30 years ago damped by time and distance and contrails
still speaks today a new perspective.
People recall the Sakura trees outside the library were once saplings come from the far-east
long ago, all our long agos.
The weekly, new releases that they picked up at the library
read like leaves from yesterday's branches which have become tomorrow's fruits and nuts
ripening in their fall.

Who still notices the last bloom of the flowers,
Not the pageantry of the initial outburst, but the colours being squirreled away by the grass once cut loose by the wind
a family of migration, immigrants from a yesteryear.
Today let me be your assistant and up-load the net-like film with joy and grace.

You who see through the Spring, pushing the shutter to capture the four seasons of our life,
The miraculous of the multifold into one:
our love a walk through the variation of translation
still being written on the pages of our lives,

For: Holly and Ka-sing Lee

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A remark by Lee Ka-sing on his work "Holly descending the staircase from the third floor to the gallery, ready to go out to make a photograph at Trinity Bellwoods Park, a portrait"


In 2012, FUJIFILM launched the new camera X-Pro1. Anothermountainman was helping for the publicity of this event in Hong Kong. He organized an exhibition “to see : to be seen” held at the two floors of Pao Galleries in the Hong Kong Arts Centre, an exhibition of 14 artists in seven pairs, each had to produce a self-portrait as well as a portrait of his/her team member. Me and Holly were invited as a team. Both of us received a brand new X-Pro1 through DHL.

My portrait of Holly was an array of 30 pieces of small images, each mounted on a small (60mm x 60mm x 35mm) wood block. They were displayed horizontally on wall, a piece of “writing” that required audience to read it image by image, line by line. At one point, playing with time lapse, I elongate the period of time that people use to look at a piece of photo work.

In this work I did not intend to draw on the facial expression, but rather the sequential changes of phycological movements. The work comes with a long title “Holly descending the staircase from the third floor to the gallery, ready to go out to make a photograph at Trinity Bellwoods Park, a portrait”. I am a big fan of Marcel Duchamp and the title is after his “Nude Descending a Staircase”.

“Holly descending the staircase from the third floor to the gallery, ready to go out to make a photograph at Trinity Bellwoods Park, a portrait” was also later “translated” into a transcript as a Chinese poem, as part of a series of poems under the title “MOBILE POETRY LAB’. I was working on the possibilities of "translation", crossing medium from image to texts. Bob Black’s poem is another layer of transformation, from Chinese to English, or even more. 


A transcription of a visual work into a text-based poem (in Chinese, 30 lines), by Lee Ka-sing.


正在下樓梯的Holly,從三樓走到地面的畫廊。她正準備外出到Trinity Bellwoods公園拍攝一張照片



This poem was published in "Voice & Verse" (聲韻詩刊), issue 38, October 2017



Holly descending the staircase from the third floor to the gallery, ready to go out to make a photograph at Trinity Bellwoods Park, a portrait

Hong Kong Art Centre (2012)

Holly descending the staircase from the third floor to the gallery, ready to go out to make a photograph at Trinity Bellwoods Park, a portrait
GALLERY 50, Toronto (2014)






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