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A Song You Like By An Artist No Longer Living

By: forourjxms August 25, 2018September 20, 2018
30 Day Song Challengejonghyun, lee hi, sunLeave a Comment on A Song You Like By An Artist No Longer Living

“Leaves are wings that cannot fly, wings are leaves that fell in heaven”

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Yesterday I received some lovely heartfelt valentines from amazing women in my life and this awful grammatically questionable puntiment from the man i am married to. ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ but he knows the way to my heart is washed fruit so i guess heโ€™s a keeper.
blah blah blah warmer days blah blah toronto snow blah blah blah.
You can watch last weekโ€™s ๐—”๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒโ€™s featured piece, โ€œexcerpts from the domestic cinema - ch. 1โ€ by @postdao #, at l๐—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/! โ€ข Excerpt from @norquequeโ€™s curatorial response, โ€œThis is not to gloss over the middle, where the drama and trauma of history is tended to with the softening of the edges, what are the everyday acts of dish-washing, the snuffing of the alarm clock, and the softest: noncommittal bend of the body as the script falls at the feet.โ€ โ€ข @norqueque & i will be discussing some of the heart and thought behind โ€œArchival Pulseโ€ on Feb 13 (tmr!) at 7pm hosted by the always lovely @187augusta โฃ๏ธ Make sure you check out the 5 fully available pieces beforehand and come join us :)
Picked up this issue of @acitymadebypeople in Hong Kong this past January. ๐Ÿ˜Œ Interesting to note the lengths of their pieces and the scope of content in relation to their overarching thematic interests. Magazines are such fantastic snapshots of peopleโ€™s interests and hard work - in capturing zeitgeist but also in offering a view to other ways of living and being in the world. Support independent magazines my friends. They leave an invaluable trace.
่ก—ๆ™ฏใ€‚Hong Kong. ๆบซๆš–็š„็ถ“้Žใ€‚
I am someone who fills more than 50% of my week with quiet, often choosing to spend that quiet alone. Today while reading at the dining table, I looked around every so often (as usual) to see what my free ranging fluffball Sesame was up to, but found him comfortably sprawled near my feet. Even though my bunnies make no sound, the home feels quieter when they arenโ€™t around. They inhabit the world in a comfortable silence I wish I had, keeping me grounded and reminding me to exercise my right to silence and solitude. That in silence my presence is not diminished but made precious. I have been exercising this right the last month and a half and have felt so full, relaxed and fluffy. ๐Ÿ˜Œ i didnโ€™t think wisdom would take the form of floof and sideflops, but I learn everyday. As I journey on in this season that is tough and tender, sorting through grief and grievance, tasting bitterness welling back into sweet, I am coming to much in these moments. May the quiet remain as unassuming as a puddle forming in the rain, or the crocus gone to full bloom and in early wilt. May the quiet remain and make my heart fuller than if it were not present.
Last weekโ€™s ๐—”๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒ piece, โ€œTableaux of Modern Bengali Artsโ€ by @mahdi_c , is now up at l๐—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/! โ€ข Excerpt from @norquequeโ€™s curatorial response, โ€œAs we know, the task of the historian is a destructive one โ€“ pragmatize ruptures to smooth out and make readable the fabric of time. But, what of the wanderers and those that cannot find footing in this time? How do we make our way back to our mothersโ€™ kitchens?โ€
Going into the new year with one eye covered and the other eye closed. Itโ€™s a real look ๐Ÿ‘€ // meditation on walking in faith. hereโ€™s to another moon year. ๐Ÿ˜Œ
Morning mood, despite the cold.

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some flowers for the snowy chilly days. (been creating a collection of flowers for future sth) - ๋‚ด ๊ณ์—์„œ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ฏฟ์–ด์ฃผ๊ณ  ์‘์›ํ•ด์ฃผ๋Š” ๊ณ„์† ์žˆ์–ด ์ค„ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋Š” ์†Œ์ค‘ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์—†์œผ๋ฉด, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฟˆ์„ ๊พธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ๋‹ค.
the most special hour of my two week visit / when i put myself to test to be a fun sister / i am grateful we can be friends despite having lived an ocean away since he was born / despite our age difference (which i think my mental age may match his) / that as he grows, he shows care (although i still find it gross that heโ€™s so much taller than me) / to hold the weight to continue to be a sister he will look up to / february is his month and the lead up to his next big step / i believe ํƒœ์–ด๋‚ฌ์„ ๋•Œ ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋ˆ„๋‚˜๋ž‘ ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ ์‚ด์•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ํ•ญ์ƒ ๋ˆ„๋‚˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•ด์ฃผ๊ณ  ๊ฐ€๋” ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋ฉด ์นœ๊ตฌ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ง€๋‚ผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์„œ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๊ณ ๋ง™๋‹ค. ๋ˆ„๋‚˜์˜ ํ™ฉ๊ธˆ๋ผ์ง€๋ ํ•ด์— ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ์ธ์ƒ์˜ ๋‹จ๊ณ„๋ฅผ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋˜๋Š”๋ฐ ์ž˜ ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๊ณ  ์ž˜ ํ•ด๋‚ผ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ฏฟ๋Š”๋‹ค.
i keep thinking about the cotton candy filled blue sky floating above the first day of 2019, and how iโ€™ve never seen such a thing before. - ๋ฏธ๋ž˜์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๊ณ ๋ฏผ์„ ํฐ ๋ณด๋”ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋งŒํผ ๋“ค๊ณ  2019๋…„์„ ๋งž์ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ ๊ณ ๋ฏผ์€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ ๋ผ๋Š” ๋ฏฟ์Œ์ด ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ๊ฒฐ์ •์œผ๋กœ ๋ณ€ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ํ˜„์žฌ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ โ€˜์ž˜ ํ–ˆ์–ดโ€™ โ€˜์ž˜ ํ•ด ์™”์ž–์•„โ€™ โ€˜์ž˜ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ดโ€™ ๋ผ๊ณ  ๊ณ„์† ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์ง€๋ฅด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณ ๋ฏผ์„ ํ–‰๋™์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐ”๊พธ์ž. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž.
second stop on january 1st morning with my dad: ์„ ์œ ๋„ไป™้Šๅณถ๊ณต์› // a hangang river filtration plant which got transformed into a park with a beautiful walkway, an outdoor theatre and arts space, a cafe and others. apparently one of the best of modern korean architecture. - beginning thoughts: to restore, renovate, refurbish. a life; is that possible. or to steer your life into something exciting. something known but unknown, or the other way around. or to enlighten what seems so overused; or rather to believe that it is very much possible. - ํ•˜๋Š˜์ด ์ฐธ ์˜ˆ์˜๋‹ค.
my favourites from the exhibition by my favourite illustrator. within the collection of vibrant, jarring, playful stories, these two remained silent waiting; or 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.
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