╭☆花點時間什麼都別做，往往能瞭然一切。 Taking Time To Do Nothing Often Brings Everything

Blessed are those who arrive in our lives in silence, with light steps not to awaken our pains, not to awaken our ghosts, not to resuscitate our fears. Blessed are those who address us with lightness, kindly, speaking the language of peace so as not to frighten our souls. Blessed are those who touch our hearts with affection, look at us with respect and accept us whole with all our mistakes and imperfections. Blessed are those who give wings to our dreams and courage to our days. These people who unknowingly bring us comfort and encouragement and who naturally brighten our moments.

Over the years I worked with film photography, I sometimes used long exposures to photograph moving water. It occurred to me today that perhaps I could layer stills from a GIF to achieve similar effects. Here’s one result of my experiments.

The Queen Very Rarely Fought Something Uncertain

Image source: Anthropologie lookbook; “The Queen”, etc. texts: New York Times Sunday magazine. Ink pens, tissue paper, rubber stamps, U.S. postage stamp, artist and studio stamps. Approximately 5 x 7 in. (13 x 18 cm.). 11/4/2017.

Dawn soon: star, half moon

Pebbledash dew glazes parked cars

First dog walk, new day.

7/14/2017, but appropriate this cool and dew-touched morning, 9/8/2017, as well.

Read to Me, My Darling. Handmade collage. Torn magazine and catalog illustrations (NY Times T Magazine 3/5/2017 and Anthropologie lookbook 4/2017), tissue paper, acrylic paint, and gold paint pen on a white sketchbook page, with artist and studio seals. ~7.5x10 inches (~19x25 cm), 4/16/2017.

Fabulous book art!

Rembrandt Book Bracelet wins the 2015 Rijksmuseum Studio Award. 

I can see that the whole life could be on your wrist.

By Lyske Gais and Lia Duinker.

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We have a bit of a crisis on our hands. Our lead contributor TURECEPCJA has had her blog improperly deleted due to DMCA takedowns. This would be acceptable if the takedowns were not addressed, but each time a DMCA takedown was received, it has been dealt with quickly and to the artist’s immense satisfaction. Each time a DMCA takedown notice was filed, it was successfully countered.

DMCA takedown notices can happen for a variety of reasons:

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An artist signs a future exclusive deal with a gallery or collector. As per the agreement, featured works included in the deal are now exclusive to the owner. For curated blogs such as Cross Connect Mag, this can spell trouble for any of the 11,282 posts we’ve previously made.

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A curator should never be punished for something they can not control. We have exhausted all options to get this resolved. We followed the steps provided by Tumblr to take down all associated posts. The artist has written Tumblr directly to rescind the takedown notice. Their response: no

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Sheets of tulle drift down

Beneath bright sky, wind shivers branches

New snow cascades free

(c) Sealanehill, 2017

Rotting from the Inside Out. Brandywine, MD, 9/2/2018.

Although @soulreserve has given me a bit of credit for this work, I regard myself as nothing more than her first audience. She captures Pilbara in my mind's eye most beautifully.

Songs of the Red Earth Elders

hear the voices rise in unison, even as the parched red earth sings, its dust shimmers on passing travellers;

the sun wildfire-like breaks into dawn, here are trees drawn, crowded along the banks of the sole muddy river, that crawls, cacophonous with the notes these men serenade;

striking wood: the gold of the prospectors ships of intruders visions of the future eroding peace, these frantic beating drums and ancient rhythms, encapsulate meaning into story story into lore lore into pure sensation;

the unbroken blue skies of the Pilbara, an umbrella under which salt is made, sweat is broken and blood is dyed, these textures are found embellished in summer hearts, that hum and console, a promise to the rugged land spread far beyond the eye.

© SoulReserve 2017 & © SeaLaneHill  (9/4/2017)

[Writing this poem was an experience for two reasons: One, that I recently heard the ‘tjaabi’, or song-making and singing of dream visions by the traditional custodians of the Pilbara land. The Aboriginal Elder who narrated the story behind the songs ensured that we were all transported to a time and place, and that we felt the red earth, the sole muddy river, the crowded trees and the blazing sun upon our skins. The exploitation of the aboriginal people, although not a prominent theme, is felt too through the songs and I have tried to incorporate some aspects. Two, I collaborated with @sealanehill who inspired me to delve deeper into the words, strengthen the constructs of this poem and build something that to me is of lasting value. He titled the poem - ‘Soulsongs of the Red Earth Elders’. But, since I believe I overuse the word - soul, I took the liberty to omit it, (sorry Chris!) and keep the title 'Songs of the Red Earth Elders’. I share the credits for this piece with him, of course.]