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A Song By An Artist Whose Voice You Love

By: forourjxms August 28, 2018August 29, 2018
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“In the moment, the cloud floats above your restless heart”

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LooseLeaf Magazineโ€™s new virtual exhibition, ๐—”๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒ โ€” curated by @norqueque // produced by me โ€” is now up and will be updated every Wednesday at ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ.๐—ฐ๐—ฎ/๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น-๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒ/! This exhibition features personal responses by Noor in lieu of artist or curator statements. This decision emerged out of our conversations on the way archive depersonalizes, objectifies, and erases. Read excerpts below and the full feature on our website! โ€ขโ€ข โ€œI think it can be hard to reconcile all the pieces of ourselves, all our thoughts and actions, and our contradictions and our inactions, into one compact person in a way thatโ€™s easy to read...โ€ This weekโ€™s artist is Paras Memon, bringing excerpts of her graphic novel, โ€œMango Seasonโ€. โ€ขโ€ข Excerpt from Noorโ€™s curatorial response: โ€œEven in these simple vignettes, when you are holding yourself in bed, the in-between space between yesterday and the potential of today, amidst the fear of misinterpretation and identity fracture lingers a forward-moving force that is presently unbeknownst to you and your reader: the flavour of mango season.โ€
On that beautiful day, a squinty-eyed snorkel lady ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ saw sea urchins, swam with lots of fishies, waved at corals and crabs, and glimpsed a baby shark. For all those who are aware of my amphibian/fish phobias, know that I grew exponentially in character and panic control after accidentally ingesting too much seawater because I hyperventilated into my snorkel immediately upon trying to use it ๐Ÿคฃ However, after a few swallows and mental adjustments, I got along with the ocean swimmingly ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
Oh the things that wash up at our feet // beach shell colour study at Tanjung Rhu โฃ๏ธโฃ๏ธ
Found a crushed scorpion and flattened red centipedes as thick as my finger on the way back to our lodgings ๐Ÿคช Itโ€™s an ulu life, my friends.
Stumbled across the lovely little @formsocietyhk in Sham Shui Po the other day. Picked up two independent magazines and eyed some of their screenprint merch as well. ๐Ÿ˜ŒThey were also hosting a kintsugi exhibition with some beautiful little bowls. My kinda jam through and through.
I declare a year of love letters to vegetation, starting with this beautiful Southern Magnolia ๐Ÿ˜Œ . . . . . . . #plantsnap #plantsofinstagram #jaziimun ##instatravel #sanfran #california #ๆผ‚ๆต้’ๅนด #ๆˆ‘็š„ๆ™‚ไปฃ #90ๅนดๅพŒ
Itโ€™s been chrysanthemum season. Itโ€™ll be chrysanthemum season for a while, but luminous moon wonโ€™t you guide me? . . . . . . . #poetsofinstagram #jaziimun #writing #็™ฝๆ็•ซ #instatravel #musings #hongkong #ๆผ‚ๆต้’ๅนด #ๆˆ‘็š„ๆ™‚ไปฃ #90ๅนดๅพŒ #musings #acentury #heartsourced #century2
A HK-style stencil ๐Ÿฅฐ // to the multitude, faceless taggers of an older, analog generation, hello, I guess I could imagine you this way.
Ventured out into the fabric district of Sham Shui Po looking for materials for a new project. Walked HK in all its gritty glory where a cloth seller unrolled fabric standing on the pavement to cut his cloth because 80% of the bolts were outside the tiny little stall he rented. My incomplete fluency with Cantonese has always made me timid with the uncharted alleyways, but I get braver every year, and go a little further. ๐Ÿ˜Œ

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my favourites from the exhibition by my favourite illustrator. within the collection of vibrant, jarring, playful stories, these two remained silent and waiting; calmly living. - ์•„์ง๋„ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๋งด ๋„๋Š” ๋‘ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ. ๋ฐ๊ณ  ๊ฐ•๋ ฌํ•œ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋“ค ์†์— ๋‚˜๋ž€ํžˆ ๊ฑธ๋ ค์žˆ๋˜ ์€์€ํ•œ ๋ถ„์œ„๊ธฐ์˜ ๋‘ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ. ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ, ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ. ํ˜น์€ ์ฐจ๋ถ„ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๋Š”.
on the first day of twenty eighteen, my dad sent me photos from his early morning adventure to gwacheon museum of contemporary art. - on the first day of twenty nineteen, i joined my dad on his second annual adventure to the museum. we took photos with statues that should not be touched & marvelled at the blanket of clouds glistening in the clear blue sky.
(2/2) ๋ถˆ์•ˆ์ •์€ ์–ด์ฉ” ์ˆ˜ ์—†์ด ๋‚˜์˜ ๋งค์ผ์„ ์ƒ‰์น ํ•œ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€์ง€. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์•ผ์ง€ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฟˆ๊พธ๋Š” ์‚ถ์„ ๊พธ๋ฆด์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ธ์ œ ์™„์ „ ๋…๋ฆฝ์ ์ธ ์‚ถ์„ ์‚ด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์–ธ์ œ...๋ฌด์—‡์„... - ์Šค๋ฌด ์‚ด ๋˜๋ฉด ๊ธธ์„ ์•Œ ์ค„ ์•Œ์•˜์ง€ ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๊ฐ€์„œ ๋ญ˜ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ๋‚œ ๋ณ€ํ•จ์—†์ด ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋นˆํ„ธํ„ฐ๋ฆฌ Dear Cloud โ€œ21์„ธ๊ธฐ ํžˆ์–ด๋กœ๋Š” ์–ด๋””์—โ€ - two thousand and eighteen. a constant questioning of what iโ€™m doing and what i want. colouring my everyday, sitting firmly at the back of everything i do. still, yet, still. most importantly, how to dream a dream like the dream i strongly dreamt.
(1/2) ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ›„ํšŒ๋ฅผ ํ•  ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ์›ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์งง์€ ๊ธฐ์จ์ด๋ผ๋„ ๋Š๋ผ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด ๋ฐœ๋ฒ„๋‘ฅ์„ ์น˜๋ฉฐ ํ•œํ•ด๋ฅผ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ง“์„ ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๋”ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๋˜๋Œ์•„๋ณด๋ฉด ํ›„ํšŒ๋Š” ์—†๋‹ค. ์ €๋Ÿฐ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์–ด์„œ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋”์šฑ ์†Œ์ค‘ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ์‹ธ์ฃผ๊ณ  ์†”์งํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋˜์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊น. - two thousand and eighteen. i craved even though i knew i would be disappointed, but now looking back, i know i needed it to know what i really need. - ํ•œํ•ด์— ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ์€ ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ฐฐ์šฐ๊ณ  ์„ฑ์žฅํ•œ๊ฑฐ ๊ฐ™๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์ฐธ ๋ฉ‹์žˆ๋‹ค. 11๋…„๋™์•ˆ ๊พธ์ค€ํžˆ ์œ„๋กœ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ๊ณ  7๋…„๋™์•ˆ ์†Œ๊ทน์žฅ ์ฝ˜์„œํŠธ๋กœ ํ•œํ•ด์˜ ํ”ผ๋กœ์™€ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์„ ๊ฐ์‹ธ์ฃผ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜๋„ ๋ฉ‹์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฒ˜์Œ์œผ๋กœ ์ฝ˜์„œํŠธ์—์„œ ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•จ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ๋‹ค. // my first and their seventh small theatre concert. my first concert where warmth was felt. โ˜๏ธ dear cloud music that my high school self needed. and years later, i fell in love with them more and knew i still need it.
01. ending this year with this zine, a year of me starting to, trying to feel okay. i have decided to leave a permanent mark on my ankle, and to create the first of this project in dedication to her, or in dedication to how i have been because of her. - ๋„์ €ํžˆ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๊ฐ€๋‘ฌ๋‘๊ธฐ ํž˜๋“ค์–ด ๋ฐœ๋ฒ„๋‘ฅ ์น˜๋Š” ๊ณผ์ •์— ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•œ ํ”„๋กœ์ ํŠธ๋‹ค. ์ˆจ๊ฒจ๋‘๊ณ  ๋ฌถ์–ด ๋†“์€ ๊ฐ์ •๋“ค๊ณผ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ๋ง๋“ค์„ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ๋ผ๋„ ์ด์ œ ๊พธ์ค€ํžˆ ๋งŒ๋“ค๊ธฐ๋กœ ์•ฝ์†ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
01. ์ง€๊ธˆ.ZINE i started this project because i was thirsty to create and to create for myself. and i knew whatever i created had to be bilingual. korean is how i connect with myself, searching ways in the absence of a proper education. english fills in those gaps, providing formality which i had no choice but to adopt. โ€œ์—„๋งˆ์˜ ํ˜€โ€๋ผ๋Š” ์˜์–ด ๋‹จ์–ด๋Š” ์ฐธ์œผ๋กœ ๋ถˆํŽธํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์–ด์ฉŒ๋‹ค ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ์ œ์ผ ํŽธํ•˜๊ณ  ์†”์งํ•œ ์–ธ์–ด๋กœ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. - โ€œ์ง€๊ธˆ / jigeumโ€ = โ€œnow, currentโ€. i am committing myself to create a zine every two months or so, on whatever topic i wish to obsess about, each focusing on the present moment. - hence, the weather you hold will change.
01. โ€œ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋‚ ์”จ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค๊ฐ€์š”?โ€ 5์›”์— @daelimmuseum์—์„œ ์—ด๋ฆฐ ์ „์‹œํšŒ ์ด๋ฆ„์ด๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด ์ „์‹œํšŒ๋ฅผ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์•„ํ‹ฐ์ŠคํŠธ๋“ค๊ณผ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ๋“ค์€ ์ปค๋…• ์ „์‹œํšŒ ์ œ๋ชฉ์— ๊ฝ‚ํ˜”๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ์•„์ง๋„ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์— ์ € ์งˆ๋ฌธ์ด ๊ณ„์† ๋งด๋ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋‚˜์˜ ๋‚ ์”จ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค๊ฐ€?โ€ - this zine is an inquiry into my weather. weather as a way to check in with how i am, how i feel, and how i was. weather as a way to honour my current state while recognizing its roots beyond my control. ... weather begins this project because i am starting to hold the weight with steady hands.
// ๊ณ„์ ˆ๋„. ๅญฃ็ฏ€ๅœ–. a poetic remembering, or an imagination of seasons. - special prints for some of @projectx40c patreon supporters. theyโ€™ll be in your mailbox very soon with the new looseleaf mag! - ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ๊ณ„์ ˆ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ณ„์† ๋ฐ”๋€Œ๋‹ค ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋Œ์•„์˜ค๊ณ  ์ •ํ™•ํ•˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ์•Š๋‹ค. <๊ณ„์ ˆ๋„>๋Š” ๋ด„, ์—ฌ๋ฆ„, ๊ฐ€์„, ๊ฒจ์šธ ํ–ฅ์ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ธฐ์–ต๊ณผ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด๋“ค์„ ์ƒ์ƒํ•ด ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ์ •๋ฌผํ™” ์‹œ๋ฆฌ์ฆˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ๊ตญ ์ •ํ†ต์˜ ็พŽ๋ฅผ ์ƒ์ƒํ•˜๋ฉฐ. ๋‚˜์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ณ„์ ˆ๊ณผ ๋งž์ถฐ๊ฐ€๋Š”์ง€ ์‚ดํŽด๋ณด๋ฉฐ.
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