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MONDAY ARTPOST 2024-0101 ISSN1918-6991 MONDAYARTPOST.COM Columns by Artists and Writers Bob Black / bq / Cem Turgay / Fiona Smyth / Gary Michael Dault / Holly Lee / Kai Chan / Kamelia Pezeshki / Lee Ka-sing / Malgorzata Wolak Dault / Sarah Teitel / Shelley Savor / Tamara Chatterjee / Tomio Nitto / Yam Lau + OP Edition: A Diary of the Distancing Place 010197 (Kith Tsang) MONDAY ARTPOST published on Mondays. Columns by Artists and Writers. All Right Reserved. Published since 2002. Edit and Design: DOUBLE DOUBLE studio. Publisher: Ocean and Pounds. ISSN 1918-6991. mail@oceanpounds.com Subscription and Support: https://patreon.com/doubledoublestudio

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

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

<strong>2024</strong>-<strong>0101</strong><br />

ISSN1918-6991<br />

<strong>MONDAY</strong><strong>ARTPOST</strong>.COM<br />

Columns by Artists and Writers<br />

Bob Black / bq / Cem Turgay / Fiona<br />

Smyth / Gary Michael Dault / Holly<br />

Lee / Kai Chan / Kamelia Pezeshki<br />

/ Lee Ka-sing / Malgorzata Wolak<br />

Dault / Sarah Teitel / Shelley Savor<br />

/ Tamara Chatterjee / Tomio Nitto<br />

/ Yam Lau + OP Edition: A Diary of the<br />

Distancing Place <strong>0101</strong>97 (Kith Tsang)<br />

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

Edit and Design: DOUBLE DOUBLE studio. Publisher: Ocean and Pounds. ISSN 1918-6991. mail@oceanpounds.com<br />

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

Cem Turgay lives and works as a photographer in<br />

Turkey.<br />

Fiona Smyth is a painter, illustrator, cartoonist and<br />

instructor in OCAD University's Illustration Program.<br />

For more than three decades, Smyth has made a name<br />

for herself in the local Toronto comic scene as well as<br />

internationally.<br />

http://fiona-smyth.blogspot.com<br />

Gary Michael Dault lives in Canada and is noted for<br />

his art critics and writings. He paints and writes poetry<br />

extensively. In 2022, OCEAN POUNDS published two<br />

of his art notebooks in facsimile editions.<br />

Holly Lee lives in Toronto, where she continues to<br />

produce visual and literal work.<br />

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holly_Lee<br />

Kai Chan immigrated to Canada from Hong Kong in<br />

the sixties. He’s a notable multi-disciplinary artist who<br />

has exhibited widely in Canada and abroad.<br />

www.kaichan.art<br />

Kamelia Pezeshki is a photographer living in Toronto.<br />

She continues to use film and alternative processes to<br />

make photographs.<br />

www.kamelia-pezeshki.com<br />

Ken Lee is a poet and an architectural designer based<br />

in Toronto. He has been composing poetry in Chinese,<br />

and is only recently starting to experiment with writing<br />

English poetry under the pen name, “bq”.<br />

Lee Ka-sing, founder of OCEAN POUNDS, lives in<br />

Toronto. He writes with images, recent work mostly<br />

photographs in sequence, some of them were presented<br />

in the format of a book.<br />

www.leekasing.com<br />

Robert Black, born in California, is an award-winning<br />

poet and photographer currently based in Toronto.<br />

His work often deals with themes related to language,<br />

transformation, and disappearance.<br />

Sarah Teitel is a multidisciplinary artist living in<br />

Toronto. She writes poems, songs and prose; draws,<br />

sings and plays instruments.<br />

sarahteitel1.bandcamp.com/album/give-and-take<br />

Shelley Savor lives in Toronto. She paints and draws<br />

with passion, focusing her theme on city life and urban<br />

living experiences.<br />

Tamara Chatterjee is a Toronto photographer who<br />

travels extensively to many parts of the world.<br />

Tomio Nitto is a noted illustrator lives in Toronto. The<br />

sketchbook is the camera, he said.<br />

Yam Lau, born in British Hong Kong, is an artist and<br />

writer based in Toronto; he is currently an Associate<br />

Professor at York University. Lau’s creative work<br />

explores new expressions and qualities of space,<br />

time and the image. He is represented by Christie<br />

Contemporary.


TERRAIN, six. (Photographs by Lee Ka-sing, haiku by Gary Michael Dault<br />

in response). Read this daily collaborative column at oceanpounds.com<br />

The Real Boxing Day<br />

New Year’s Eve.<br />

Farewell to 2023<br />

and good riddance.


Holly Lee<br />

Transcript from the diary<br />

已 過 了 一 個 X’mas 了 . Nothing special as expected. I dreamt of<br />

Suki the night before. And last time I dreamt my ear recovered! I<br />

told grandma it seems. The feeling was so real. Tomorrow, that’s<br />

Wednesday, Lisa Cheung will come & visit us. We’ll cook lunch<br />

for her. And also, I just finished writing “The Garden of Cosmic<br />

Speculation” last night. It amounts to 1,400 words. Anyway, still<br />

have to fine-tune the piece. Chat GPT did help my English. But<br />

one must be careful not to give in your brain because it’s so Super<br />

smart & convenient! Friday 29. Only a few days to <strong>2024</strong>! Sharon<br />

is here now, talking to ks. I’m so not tech savvy. I tried to use<br />

the credit to buy a book but I don’t know how to find the app in<br />

Audible. I have to ask Iris to help again. ks had sent the postcard<br />

out to K&G. Hopefully we can have that piece coming out on<br />

JAN. 1. My lump gets larger, with a few separated (seems like<br />

lymph nodes). It hurts sometimes. I hope it’s heading the healing<br />

route. I’m now trying to focus, to see what can be accomplished<br />

today. Indeed, 2023 is quite full, and I don’t regret a bit to have<br />

it – the diary all filled up. It looks so good…31st. Already New<br />

Year’s Eve. But HA HA! I’m fasting! So cold & hungry. Sharon is<br />

still interviewing ks, for the third day. Kenneth, her assistant is<br />

helping to video the whole process…I’ll go up to 3/F to do reiki<br />

& watch a movie…Tomorrow we’ll go to to Bill’s open house. And<br />

I’ll start a new diary!!!<br />

New Year’s Eve Greetings to seventy friends


Caffeine Reveries<br />

Shelley Savor<br />

You might be interested in Shelley Savor’s book<br />

https://books.oceanpounds.com/2022/09/mcmc.html<br />

The Key


OP Edition (an archive)<br />

Kith Tsang<br />

A Diary of the Distancing Place <strong>0101</strong>97<br />

8x10 inch, gelatin silver print (printed in the 90s)<br />

Number 1/20, OP Edition<br />

Signe and numbered on verso<br />

As the practice of collecting photographs picked up<br />

steam by 1994, the push motivated us to establish<br />

a system for people to interact, exchange, acquire<br />

and collect photographs. We set up The Original<br />

Photograph Club that year and created a print<br />

program called the OP Print Program. Ka-sing and I<br />

co-curated the project and attended all administrative<br />

and organizing work. It would be a quarterly<br />

program, each quarter of the year would feature ten<br />

photographers’ work. All participants would be required<br />

to contribute an image with 20 editions, printed in the<br />

size of 8 by 10 inches. These prints we referred to as OP<br />

Editions.<br />

(DISLOCATION 1992-1999, and Beyond [The OP Print<br />

Program and OP Editions, 1994-1999], Holly Lee)


ProTesT<br />

Cem Turgay


Open/Endedness<br />

bq 不 清<br />

冬 島<br />

這 樣 子 的 模 仿<br />

究 竟 有 多 少 大 海 的 成 分<br />

能 夠 成 為 湖 水 呢 ?<br />

生 命 都 簽 下 生 死 狀<br />

大 部 分 魚 類 因 為 吞 下 過 多 水 分<br />

腫 脹 而 逝<br />

而 我 是 水 與 水 之 間 的 冰 塊<br />

想 著 想 著 就<br />

差 不 多 透 明 可 見 了


ISLE OF WINTER<br />

Such an imitation…<br />

How much of the ocean there<br />

Can become a lake?<br />

Lives have signed waivers.<br />

Most fish would swell and die<br />

As they gulp down too much water.<br />

And I’m a chunky piece of ice amid water.<br />

As I think about it,<br />

I turn almost transparent, but visible.


Greenwood<br />

Kai Chan<br />

Drawing<br />

ink on rice paper, 35 x 35 cm


Travelling Palm<br />

Snapshots<br />

Tamara Chatterjee<br />

Canada (December, 2023) – We skirted around<br />

Bridal Veil Falls; along the winding path of<br />

fairy houses, passing several bronze sculptures<br />

and patches of dangling icicles without the<br />

covering of snow. Mother nature has certainly<br />

made her mark, as our expectations of snowcovered<br />

indigenous territories failed to appear.<br />

We arrived in Manitoulin expecting inclement<br />

weather and perhaps an atmosphere of winter<br />

wonderland. Instead the last day of the year<br />

brought with it a mix of emotions, lost in<br />

thoughts and taking in new memories while<br />

adventuring into the woods.


Art Logbook<br />

Holly Lee<br />

1.<br />

STELA<br />

This video, from filmmaker Gordon Beswick, looks at the sculptural installation STELA (Super<br />

Terrestrial Electric Light Aurora) by artist Lisa Cheung and Alex J. Tuckwood, which was featured<br />

in Winter 2023 as part of the Southbank Centre’s free outdoor art exhibition.<br />

www.southbankcentre.co.uk/blog/videos/winter-light-stela-lisa-cheung-and-alex-j-tuckwood<br />

(5:06)<br />

2.<br />

Tsubo-niwa: Life Enhanced by Quintessential Spaces<br />

坪 庭 : 提 高 生 活 質 感 之 極 致 空 間<br />

https://www3.nhk.or.jp/nhkworld/en/ondemand/video/2029065/<br />

(video 28 minutes)


CHEEZ<br />

Fiona Smyth<br />

You might be interested in Fiona Smyth’s book<br />

https://books.oceanpounds.com/2022/05/c456.html


Leaving Taichung<br />

Station<br />

Bob Black<br />

Hotels in the Drift<br />

somewhere snow lingers in the loins of distance, we<br />

lick dampness off arms as time whiskers the windows, small white bruises<br />

frozen<br />

we travel toward each other from oppositional zones, furious<br />

but winter stitched our bodies together, cavernous light hung against weathered air, shadows creaked<br />

bent toward small openings of warmth, the gap in<br />

names<br />

shuttled between a bowl in the anteroom and the soap bellowing in a Papier-mâché netting, pivot<br />

we shall too disappear, words caged in a key-locked black book, rhymes<br />

set lose ink upon guests’ bodies, a carriage of hearts, hoof-clap clopping<br />

a lantern glass<br />

in the wind, thoughts engirdle—will you take form in the breath’s morning absolution, ever<br />

ruminations, a playing deck of cards’ divestment, a late guest clocks in, memory unbuckles<br />

ghost calligraphy writ small on the bathroom mirror with a finger, the skin’s ghost begs at barriers,<br />

ache-laughed<br />

signature trappings<br />

along the body as shade comes down in heliography, a witness pressed hard against the sheets,<br />

banner and map<br />

knocking, a dark-bird’s sung-out sentiments spread wing, winter’s cadence<br />

whelp, tongue-touched and worm-tied, so it seems down the alpine, the funitel abandoned<br />

the moment


a second arm froze stiff, once we dreamed a gondola gone, was it only the imagined one<br />

up the mountain, the light-burst puppet shadows in windows, the lobby boy’s gait and hunger<br />

pears knifed on russet pillows, desire or a pretence galloping against something,<br />

the abacus<br />

turned you inside out, stories and bank loans and tattoos taken up with another silence or outspoken<br />

lips<br />

what you once desired from the high cumulus in one small pane of light, love against the blue outside<br />

an alphabet of lip-sharing and verb-ticking and simply, the was it all too much to ask<br />

the lift’d light<br />

a phantom mark in the snow, as a green floral neck peaked through its burrow, the pawing of a glow<br />

who left us long ago, the years<br />

once, your brother drank from a funeral vase where roses soaked up a eulogy, drunken<br />

the mad break, the lukewarm and the loss pooled at our ankles, our socks drooped<br />

our ache unrolled<br />

in the corridors, the falling ice unbuttoned our hearts, flake by iridescent flake, the umbrella left<br />

behind at checkout,<br />

do you feel the same fear as I on the back of the hunch of the night<br />

memory stood stark at the foot of the bed, a periwinkle shadow took umbrage with the prints on the<br />

walls<br />

in the early morning a sum sung over you turned away, the window unlatched and a key dropped a<br />

vowel at our knees<br />

tap tap tap in the back room, a chipped sink bore a lather of soap and scent crossed what you were,<br />

once<br />

here thought or there conveniently known<br />

as you pulled from the relics, scaffolding and dried flowers from the old wear<br />

my love<br />

we managed to survive the wind’s drift as death unbuckled another and another and another, pregnant<br />

year.


Gary Michael Dault<br />

From the Photographs,<br />

2010-2023<br />

Number 10: House of the Rising Sun<br />

Note:<br />

I did not take this photograph. I lifted it, over ten years ago, from<br />

Ebay’s “Vintage Toy” section.


Black Flowers: Drawings<br />

by Malgorzata Wolak Dault


The Photograph<br />

Selected by<br />

Kamelia Pezeshki<br />

Sad Wings of the Fallen, 2023 by James Rowan


Poem a Week<br />

Gary Michael Dault<br />

Two Limousine Poems<br />

1) Limo One<br />

I walked the length<br />

of a stretch limousine<br />

and back<br />

I got so tired<br />

of spit and polish<br />

I had to go<br />

sit on the beach<br />

and gaze at<br />

the uncrafted rocks


2) Limo Two<br />

I walked the length<br />

of a limousine<br />

long as a licorice stick<br />

It made me think<br />

of flypaper<br />

sometimes of shoe polish<br />

I never want<br />

one of these<br />

long cars<br />

on the other hand<br />

you could probably<br />

build a bonfire<br />

in its second section<br />

and make coffee<br />

and heat a can of beans<br />

just like in<br />

a John Ford movie<br />

[Happy New <strong>2024</strong>!]


Sketchbook<br />

Tomio Nitto


(2009-2013) Z FICTION (Opp.3)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2009/01/opus3.html<br />

(2011-2013) Z 話 本 (Opp.4)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2011/01/opus4.html<br />

(1988) Hello Hong Kong (Op.5)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/1988/01/opus5.html<br />

(2023) fly-in-love 飛 天 情 書 (Op.7)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2023/01/opus7.html<br />

(2012) The Psychological Journey while Taking a Colour Photograph of a Dinosaur (Op.8)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2012/01/opus8.html<br />

(2015) MOVIOLA (Op.9)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2015/01/opus9.html<br />

(2020) CODA (Op.11)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2020/01/opus11.html<br />

(2022) Diary of a Sunflower Book Two (Op.12)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2022/01/opus12.html<br />

(2022) “That afternoon” on Mubi, a dialogue: Tsai Ming-liang and Lee Kang-sheng (Op.13)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2022/12/opus13.html<br />

OPUS Archive, an index<br />

(2003) Five Senses (Opp.1)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2003/01/opus1.html<br />

(1992-1994) Photographs for DISLOCATION cover (Opp.2)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/1992/01/opus2.html<br />

(2018) Thirty New Stories (Opp.14)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2018/01/opus14.html<br />

(2023) Variations based on Kai Chan’s installations in “BECAUSE” (Opp.15)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2023/12/opus15.html<br />

(2023) MOCA. Thomas Demand. a dialogue: (Op.16)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2023/01/opus16.html<br />

(2016) Sixteen Picture Haiku I Created in 2013 (Op.17)<br />

https://opus.leekasing.com/2016/08/opus17.html


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