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Life is a circle, there are better days, there are worse days. To live in harmony, we should always be considerate of our words and actions. We shouldn't generalise, judge and ridicule, instead we should be more understanding and emphatic.
The world is filled with knowledge. Knowledge will give you power, but having knowledge and character will give you respect. Be a person that is knowledgeable with commendable character, no matter where you go, or what your job is, and you shall be a person of value.
The meaning of success and happiness differs from one to another. We should not equate the same even if we feel strongly about our views. Our perspective about life is different. It's crucial to be humble and learn from each other.
Be humane, sometimes when we have everything, we forgot how it feels when we have nothing. We have scars, we have sacrifices, which some are shared and seen and some remain hidden.
Not everyone shouts. Some remain unspoken or speak when needed. Some through words that could pierce the souls. Never underestimate people because everyone has their superpower.
There's a reason why we are made as a human being. Be more human.
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My sister, Michelle-Ann Iking's 3% chance of conceiving naturally was a success! Here's her story:
(My apologies as I've been overwhelmed with personal matters. I've only managed to get to my desk. So finally got around posting this).
This is the story behind my sister's pregnancy struggle and how she shared her journey over her Facebook page.
Because some may have not caught her LIVE session chat with me (https://www.facebook.com/daphneiking/videos/687743128744960/) , or read her lengthy post (as it's a private page);
she's allowed me to copy and paste it over my wall, in case you need to know more about her thought process on how AND why she focused on the 3% success probability. Read on.
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Posted 10th May 2020.
FB Credit: Michelle-Ann Iking
A week ago today I celebrated becoming a mother to our second, long awaited child.
Please forgive this mother's LONG (self-indulgent) post, journalling what this significant milestone has meant for her personally, for her own fallible memory's sake as well as maybe to share one day with her son.
If all you were wondering was whether I had delivered and if mum and bub are OK, please be assured the whole KkLM family are thriving tremendously, and continue scrolling right along your Newsfeed 😁.
OUR 3% MIRACLE
All babies are miracles... and none more so than our precious Kiaen Aaryan (pronounced KEY-n AR-yen), whose name derives from Sanskrit origins meaning:
Grace of God
Spiritual
Kind
Benevolent
...words espousing the gratitude Kishore and I feel for Kiaen's arrival as our "3% miracle".
He was conceived, naturally, after 3 years of Kishore and I hoping, praying and 'endeavoring'... and only couples for whom the objective switches from pure recreation to (elusive) procreation will understand how this is less fun than it sounds ...
3 years during which time we had consensus from 3 different doctors that we, particularly I (with my advancing age etc etc) had only a 3% chance of natural conception and that our best hope for a sibling for our firstborn, Lara Anoushka, was via IVF.
Lara herself was an 'intervention baby', being one of the 20% of babies successfully conceived through the less intrusive IUI process, after a year and a half of trying naturally and already being told then my age was a debilitating factor.
We had tried another round of IUI for her sibling in 2017 when Lara was a year old. And that time we fell into the ranks of the 80% of would-be parents for whom it would be an exercise in futility... who would go home, comfort each other as best they could, while individually masking their own personal disappointment... hoping for the best, 'the next time around'...
So the improbability ratio of 97% against natural conception of our second baby, as concurred by the combined opinion of 3 medical professionals, was a very real, very daunting figure for us to have to mentally deal with.
Deep, DEEP, down in my heart however, though I had many a day of doubt... I kept a core kernel of faith that somehow, I would again experience the privilege of pregnancy, and again, have a chance at childbirth.
And so, the optimist in me would tell myself, "Well, there have to be people who fall in the 3% bucket... why shouldn't WE be part of the 3%?"
Those who know me well, understand my belief in the Law of Attraction, the philosophy of focusing your mind only on what you want to attract, not on what you don't want, and so even as Kishore and I prepared to go into significant personal debt to attempt IVF in the 2nd half of 2019, I marshalled a last ditch effort to hone in on that 3% chance of natural conception... through research coming across fertility supplements that I ordered from the US and sent to a friend in Singapore to redirect to me because the supplier would not deliver to Malaysia.
I made us as a couple take the supplements in the 3 month 'priming period' in the lead up to the IVF procedure - preconditioning our bodies for optimum results, if you will.
At the same time, I had invested in a sophisticated fertility monitor, with probes and digital sensors for daily tracking of saliva and other unmentionable fluid samples, designed to pinpoint with chemical accuracy my state of fertility on any given day.
(UPDATE: For those interested - I obtained the supplements and Ovacue Fertility Monitor from https://www.fairhavenhealth.com/. Though I had my supplies delivered to a friend in Singapore, and redirected to me here since the US site does not deliver to Malaysia, there are local distributors for these products, you will just have to research the trustworthiness of the vendors yourself...)
I had set an intention - in the 3 months of pre-IVF priming, I would consume what seemed like a pharmacy's worth of supplements, and track fertility religiously... in hopes that somehow, within the 3 month priming period, we would conceive naturally and potentially save ourselves a down payment on a new property... and this was just a projection on financial costs of IVF, not even considering the physical, emotional and mental toll it involves, with no guarantee of a baby at the end of it all...
It was a continuation of an intention embedded even with my first pregnancy, where all the big ticket baby items were consciously purchased for use by a future sibling, in gender neutral colours, in hopes that sibling would be a brother "for a balanced pair", though of course any healthy child would be a welcome blessing.
It was a very conscious determination to always skew my thoughts in service of what the end objective was. For example, when 3+year old Lara would innocently express impatience at not yet having a sibling, at one point suggesting that since we were "taking too long to give her a baby brother/sister", perhaps we should just "go buy a baby from a shop", instead of getting defensive or berating the baby that she herself was, we enlisted Lara's help to pray for her sibling... so in any place of worship, or sacred ground of any kind that we passed thereon, Lara would stop, close her eyes, bow her small head and place her tiny hands together in prayer, reciting earnestly, "Please God, please give me a baby brother or baby sister."
After months and months of watching Lara do this, in the constancy of her childlike chant, Kishore started feeling the pressure of possibly disappointing Lara if her prayer was not answered. Whereas for me, Lara's recitation of her simple wish became like a strengthening mantra, our collective intention imbued with greater power with each repetition, and the goal of a sibling kept very much in the forefront of our minds (hence our calling Lara our 'project manager' in this endeavour).
And somehow in the 2nd month of that 3 month period, a positive + sign appeared on one of the home pregnancy tests I had grown accustomed to taking - my version of the lottery tickets others keep buying in hopes of hitting the jackpot, with all the cyclical anticipation and more often than not, disappointment, that entails...
This time however I was not disappointed.
With God's Grace, (hence 'Kiaen', a variation of 'Kiaan' which means 'Grace of God'), my focus on our joining the ranks of the 3% had materialised.
It seems poetic then, that Kiaen chose to make his appearance on the 3rd May, ironically the same date that his paternal great-grandfather departed this world for the next... such that in the combined words of Kishore and his father Kai Vello Suppiah,
"The 1st generation Suppiah left on 3rd May and the 4th generation Suppiah arrived on 3rd May after 41yrs...
One leaves, another comes, the legacy lives on..."
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KIAEN AARYAN SUPPIAH'S BIRTH STORY
On Sunday 3rd May, I was 40 weeks and 5 days pregnant.
The baby was, in my mind, very UN-fashionably late past his due date of 29th April, so as much as I had willed and 'manifested' the privilege of pregnancy, to say I was keen to be done with it all was an understatement.
In the weeks leading to up to my full term, I had experienced increasingly intense Braxton-Hicks 'practice contractions' - annoying for me for the discomfort involved, stressful for Kishore who was on tenterhooks with the false alarms, on constant alert for when we would actually need to leave home for the hospital.
Having become a Hypnobirthing student and advocate from my first pregnancy with Lara, and thus being equipped with
(1) a lack of fear about childbirth in general and
(2) a basic understanding of how all the sensations I would experience fit into the big picture of my body bringing our baby closer to us,
I was less stressed - content to wait for the baby to be "fully cooked" and come out whenever he was ready... though I wouldn't have minded at all if the cooking time ended sooner, rather than later.
With Lara, I had been somewhat 'forced' into an induced labour, even though she was not yet due, and that had resulted in a 5 DAY LABOUR, a Birth Story for another post, so I was not inclined to chemically induce labour, even though I was assured that for second time mothers, it would be 'much faster and easier'...
That morning, I had a hunch *maybe* that day was the day, because in contrast to previous weeks' sensations of tightening, pressure and even spasms that were concentrated in the front of my abdomen and occasionally shot through my sides and legs, I felt period - like cramping in my lower back which I had not felt before throughout the pregnancy.
It was about 8am in the morning then, and my 'surges' were still relatively mild ('surges' being Hypnobirthing - speak for 'contractions', designed to frame them with the more positive connotations needed to counteract common language in which childbirth is presented as something that is unequivocally painful and traumatic, instead of the miraculous, powerful and natural phenomenon it actually is).
I recall (masochistically?) entertaining the thought of opting NOT to have an epidural JUST TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE...
I figured this would be the last time I would be pregnant and so it would be my 'last chance' to experience 'drug free labour' which, apart from the health benefits for baby and mother, might be *interesting* in a way that people who are curious about what getting a tattoo and skydiving and bungee jumping are like, might find these *interesting*...even knowing there will be pain and risk involved...
Since I have tried tattoos and skydiving (unfortunately not being able to squeeze in bungee-jumping while my life was purely my own to risk at no dependents' possible detriment) a similar curiousity about a no-epidural labour was on my mind...
In the absence of other signs of the onset of labour (like 'bloody show' or my waters breaking), I wanted to wait until the surges were coming every few minutes before we actually left the house for the hospital, not wanting to be one of those couples who rushed in too early and had interminable waits for the next stage in unfamiliar, clinical surroundings and/or were made to go home in an anti-climatic manner.
I was even calm enough through my surges to have the presence of mind to wash and blowdry my hair, knowing if I did deliver soon I would not be allowed this luxury for a while.
Around 9am I asked Kishore to prep for Lara and himself to be dressed and breakfasted so we could head to hospital soon, while I sent messages to family members on both sides informing them 'today might be the day.'
My mother, who had briefly served as a midwife before going back into general nursing and then becoming a nursing tutor, prophetically stated that if what I was experiencing was true labour, "the baby would be out by noon".
The pace in which my surges grew closer together was surprisingly quicker than I expected; and while I asked Lara to "Hurry up with breakfast" with only a tad more urgency than we normally tell her to do, little Missy being prone to dilly-dallying at meals, I probably freaked Kishore out when about 930am onwards, I had to instinctively get on my hands and knees a couple of times, eyes closed, trying to practice the Hypnobirthing breathing techniques I had revised to help along the process of my body birthing our child into the world.
I recall him saying a bit frantically as I knelt at our front door, doubled over as he waited for Lara to complete something or other, "Lara hurry up! Can't you see Mama is in so much pain and you are taking your own sweet time??!!"
SIDETRACK: Just the night before, Lara and I had watched a TV show in which a woman gave birth with the usual histrionics accompanying pop culture depictions of labour.
Lara watched the scene, transfixed.
I told her, simply and matter-of-factly, "That's what Mama has to do to get baby brother out Lara, and that's what I had to do for you also."
In most of interactions with my daughter, I have sought to equip her to face life's situations with calmness, truthful common sense, and ideally a minimum of drama.
Those who know the dramatic diva that Lara can be will know that this is a work-in-progress, but her response to me that night showed me some of my 'teachings' were sinking in:
She looked at me unfazed, "But Mama," she said. "You won't cry and scream like that lady, right? You will be BRAVE and stay calm, right?"
#nopressure.
So as we prepped to leave for the hospital I did indeed attempt to be that role model of calm for her, asking her only for her help in keeping very quiet,
"Because Mama needs to focus on bringing baby brother out and she needs quiet to concentrate...".
As we left the house at 10.11am, I texted Kishore's sister Geetha to please prep to pick up Lara from the hospital, and was grateful Kishore had the foresight to ask our gynae to prepare a letter for Geetha to show any police roadblocks between my in-laws' home in Subang Jaya and the hospital in Bangsar, this all happening under the Movement Control Order (MCO).
To Lara's credit, in the journey over to the hospital, she - probably sensing the gravity of the situation, sat very quietly in her seat at the back, and the silence was punctuated only by my occasional deep intakes of breath and some variation of my Ohmmm-like moans when the sensations were at their height.
By the time we got to Pantai Hospital at around 10.30am, my surges were strong enough I requested a wheelchair to assist me in getting to the labour ward, as I did not trust my own legs to support me... and Kishore would have to wait until Geetha had arrived to take Lara back to my in-laws' house before he himself could go up.
I slumped in the wheelchair and was wheeled up to the labour room with my eyes closed the whole time, trying to handle my surges.
I didn't even look up to see the attendant who pushed me... but did make the effort to thank him sincerely when he handed me over, with what seemed like a palpable sense of relief on his part, to the labour ward nurses.
The nurse attending me at Pantai was calm, steady and efficient. I answered some questions and changed into my labour gown while waiting for Kishore to come up, all the while managing the increasingly intense surges with my rusty Hypnobirthing breathing techniques.
By the time Kishore joined me at around 11am (I know these timings based on the timestamps of the 'WhatsApp live feed' of messages Kishore sent to his family), I was asking the nurse on duty, "How soon can I get an epidural??" thinking what crazy woman thought she could do this without drugs???!!!
The nurse checked my cervix dilation, I saw her bloodied glove indicating my mucous plug had dislodged, and she told me, "Well you are already at 7cm (which, for the uninitiated, is 70% of the way to the 10cm dilation needed for birthing), you are really doing well, if you made it this far without any drugs, if can you try and manage without it... I suspect within 2 hours or less you will deliver your baby and since it will take about that time for the anaesthesiologist to be called, epidural to be administered and kick in... it might all be for nothing... but of course the decision is completely up to you... "
So there I was, super torn, should I risk the sensations becoming worse... or risk the epidural becoming a waste?? And of course I was trying to decide this as my labour surges were coming at me stronger and stronger...
I was in such a dilemma...because as a 'recovering approval junkie' there was also a silly element of approval-seeking involved, ("The nurse thinks I can do this without drugs... maybe I CAN do this without drugs... Yay me!") mixed with that element of curiosity I mentioned earlier ("What if I actually CAN do this without drugs... plenty of other women have done it all over the world since time immemorial.. no big deal, how bad can it be...??") so then I thought I would use the financial aspect to be the 'tiebreaker' in my decision making...
I asked the nurse how much an epidural would cost and when she replied "Around MYR1.5k", I still remember Kishore's incredulous face as I asked the question, i.e."Seriously babe, you are gonna think about money right now? If you need the epidural TAKE IT, don't worry about the money!!!"... and while we are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, thankfully RM1.5k is not a quantum that made me swing towards a decision to "better save the money"...
So in the end, I guess my curiosity won out, and I turned down the epidural "just to see what it would be like and if I had it in me" (in addition of course to avoiding the side effects of any drugs introduced into my and the baby's body).
My labour occuring in the time of coronavirus, it was protocol for me to have a COVID19 test done, so the medical staff could apply the necessary precautions. I had heard from a friend Sharon Ruba that the test procedure was uncomfortable, so when the nurse came with the test kit as I was starting another surge, I asked, "Please can I just finish this surge before I do the test?" as I really didn't think I could multitask tackling multiple uncomfortable sensations in one go.
The COVID19 test involved what felt like a looong, skinny cotton bud being inserted into one nostril... I definitely felt more than a tickle as it went in and up, being told to take deep breaths by the nurse. Then she asked me to "Try to swallow" and I felt it go into my nasal cavities where I didn't think anything could go any further, but was proven wrong when she asked me to swallow again and the swab was probed even deeper. Then she warned me there would be some slight discomfort as she prepared to collect a sample... but at that point all I could think about was:
(i) I really don't have much of a choice
(ii) please let this be over before my next surge kicks in
(iii) if all the people breaking the MCO rules knew what it feels like to do this test maybe they won't put themselves at risk of the need to perform one...
In full disclosure as I was transferred into the actual delivery room at some point after 11am, another nurse offered me 'laughing gas' to ostensibly take some of the edge off... I took the self-operated breathing nozzle passed to me but don't recall it making any difference to my sensations..so didn't use it much as it seemed pretty pointless.
I recall some measure of relief when I heard my gynae Dr. Paul entering the room, greeting Kishore and me, and telling us it was going well and it wouldn't be long now and he would see us again shortly.
From my previous labour with Lara I knew the midwives pretty much take you 90% of the way through the labour and when the Dr is called in you are really at the home stretch, so was very relieved to hear his voice though knowing he would leave and come back later meant it wasn't quite over yet.
I do remember realising when I had crossed the Thinning and Opening Phase of labour to the Birthing Phase, by the change in sensations... it is still amazing to me that as the Hypnobirthing book mentioned, having this knowledge I was instinctively able to switch breathing techniques for the next stage of labour .
Was my opting against epidural the right choice for me?
Overall? Yes.
Don't get me wrong.
I *almost* regretted the decision several times during active labour... especially when I felt my body being taken over by an overwhelming compulsion to push that did not seem conscious and was accompanied by involuntary gutteral moans where I literally just thought to myself, "I surrender, God do with me what you will..." (super dramatic I know but VERY real at the time...).
I think I experienced 3-4 such natural explusive reflexes (?), rhythmically pushing the baby down the birth path, one of which was accompanied by what felt like a swoosh of water coming out of a hose with a diameter the size of a golf ball... this was when I realised my water had finally broken...
The nurses kept instructing me to do different things, to keep breathing, to move to my side, then to move to the middle, to raise my feet... and when I didn't comply, Kishore (who was with me throughout both my labours) tried to help them by repeating the instructions prefaced with "Sayang..." but I basically ignored all the intructions because I felt I had no capacity to direct any part of my body to do anything and someone else would have to physically manoeuvre that body part themselves.
When I heard Dr. Paul's voice again and the flurry of commotion surrounding his presence, I knew the time was close... and when I heard the nurse say to Kishore, "Sir, these are your gloves, for when you cut the baby's cord", it was music to my ears...
I'm very, VERY grateful Kiaen slid out after maybe the 4th of those involuntary pushes... the wave of RELIEF when he came out so quickly... it still boggles my mind that my mother was essentially right and as his birth time was 12.02pm, it was *only* about 1.5 hours between our arrival at the hospital and his arrival into the world.
Kiaen was placed on my chest for skin to skin bonding and remained there for a considerable time.
For our short stay in the hospital he would be with us in my maternity ward number C327... another trivially serendipitous sign for me because he was born on the 3rd (May) and our wedding anniversary is 27th (July).
I was discharged the following day 4th May at about 5.30pm, after I got an all clear on COVID19 and a paediatric surgeon did a small procedure on Kiaen to address a tongue-tie that would affect his breastfeeding latch... making the entire duration of our stay about 31 hours.
I have taken the time and effort to record all this down so that whenever life's challenges threaten to get me down I can remind myself, "Ignore the 97% failure probability, focus on the 3% success probability".
Also that the human condition is miraculous and it is such a privilege to experience it.
To our son Kiaen Aaryan, thank you for coming into our lives and choosing us as your parents.
Even though Papa and I are both zombies trying to settle into a night time feeding routine with you, I look forward to spending not only all future Mother's Days, but every day, with you and your Akka...
And last but not least, to my husband Kishore...without whom none of this would be possible - we did it sayang, I love you ❤️
Photo credit: Stayhome session with Samantha Yong Photography (http://samanthayong.com/)
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Issue 26 : 末日棲居
Dwelling in the Apocalypse
面對不可預期的來日,我們是否與德國詩人腓特烈.賀德林曾言的「詩意地棲居」更加疏遠?災害與戰禍、虛假與算計,人類世界無限擴張的野心和欲望未曾降低,人的存在也愈來愈難以賦添詩意。而衝突升高的國際政治情勢,使此刻相隔末日只剩兩分鐘的「末日時鐘」竟回到與1953年冷戰時期的同一等級,成為二戰結束以來與末日距離最近的年代。我們如何可能地棲居——在末日到來的大地?
志賀理江子迷離如夢般的影像書寫,是她在2011年親歷東日本大地震之後對於存在與死亡的感知路徑。在新作《Human Spring》中,志賀試圖打開如今已逐漸被封閉但仍存於人類內在的自然性與身體感,透過繪織意識流般的圖景,呈現著對於人性與生存本身的冥思啟示。林諭志的《Asongcalledformosa》是他在漫長的家園行旅中刻錄的私房曲盤—故鄉與里人、工業區和荒涼的海岸、父親在二戰時遭日本軍徵召至南洋服役的往事記憶⋯⋯,跨越數十年的影像在此首次發表,島嶼的戀曲與哀歌幽幽鳴奏,旅人一路踽踽低吟。1980年代起投入錄像裝置創作的袁廣鳴,作品反映著對於日常生活的不安覺察,自上世紀末的《關於米勒的晚禱》、《離位》到本世紀的《城市失格》、《能量的風景》、《棲居如詩》、《日常演習》等系列作品,發散著前末日感氣息的寓言,這些寓言緩慢漂移在去人化的現代社會空間,直至世界轟然炸裂。
在本期中,謝佩君深度描寫美國藝術家克利斯迪安.馬克雷與亞瑟.賈法各自運用現成影像蒙太奇的創作,傳遞著影像生產中戰爭、暴力的末世預警,這兩件於今年威尼斯雙年展中受到矚目的錄像作品,同時反映著本屆「願你生活在有趣的時代」這個對現今世界充滿各種不確定性的喻義主題。陳儒修則從影史開展的歷史性一幕—「火車進站」—指出電影發展的開端與災難的關聯、災難電影與現實經驗的糾葛,以及電影本身所造成的歷史性災難。
日本在今年告別「平成」年代並開啟「令和」年號,對日本的政治與文化進入新的階段有著重要的象徵意義,張世倫從昭和天皇裕仁於1946年發表的「人間宣言」開始,針對天皇形象在戰後的轉變與影像包裝歷程,進行了細緻地視覺解析,檢視天皇制度綿延而生的歷史記憶與文化政治。「攝影書製作現場」單元則近訪日本藝術書籍出版社赤赤舍創辦人姬野希美,記錄了外界少見的編印工作實況。
今年三月起,《攝影之聲》與空總台灣當代文化實驗場合作舉辦了一系列由藝術家和影像研究者帶領的「歷史後像:攝影史敘事工作坊」,嘗試推進攝影史的當代意義與創造性思索。本期我們特別摘錄其中由高重黎主持的「影像機器工作坊」談話,在這份講稿中,他以視覺原理出發,揭示藝術與文學創作如何回應攝影與視覺,並創造出強調手眼協作感知的「觸/視頭部造相術」,為思考攝影/視覺史帶來新的啟發。關於工作坊系列的更多內容,我們將在後續製作的專題中呈現。同時,我們近期也將舉辦攝影史論壇與相關活動,等待你一起來參與。
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In the face of unpredictable days ahead, have we drifted even further away from the “poetic dwelling” the German poet Friedrich Hölderlin so poignantly described? Disasters and wars, lies and scheming - the ambitions and desires that plague the human world never cease to expand, making it harder to imbue the presence of humans with a sense of poetry. As the threat of conflict in global politics rises to its highest level since the Cold War in 1953, where the “doomsday clock” stays at two minutes to midnight, we are closer than ever to the end since World War II. How do we possibly survive on this land as the apocalypse closes in?
Shiga Lieko’s dream-like imagery creations reflect her perception of life and death after living through the Great East Japan Earthquake in 2011. In her latest work, Human Spring, Shiga attempts to recover the sense of nature and self that lies within all humans but has since been forgotten and buried. She does so through the use of imagery that flows like a stream of consciousness, presenting a picture of meditation on human nature and survival itself. Lin Yu-Chih’s Asongcalledformosa is a private songbook he created on a long travel home, filled with songs like that of his hometown and its people, the industrial area and the desolate coast, and memories of his father being recruited by the Japanese army to serve in Southeast Asia. These images taken over the course of decades are published for the first time, singing the love and sorrowful songs of this island that the traveler hums along to as he set out on his journey. Yuan Goang-Ming has been working with video installation since the 1980s, and his work illustrates a sense of uneasiness towards daily life. From About Millet’s The Angelus and Out of Position created at the end of last century, to more recent works such as City Disqualified, Landscape of Energy, Dwelling and Everyday Maneuver, a sense of our past and last days permeates his creations, the message of which is drifting afloat in the modern social space that has been dehumanized, until the world can finally take no more.
In this issue, Hsieh Pei-Chun describes in great detail American artists Christian Marclay and Arthur Jafa’s works that consist of found footage, and are warning of war and violence. Their works received much attention in this year’s edition of the Venice Biennale as they reflected the metaphorical theme of the Biennale that hints at uncertainties in today’s world, “May You Live in Interesting Times”. On the other hand, Chen Ru-Shou draws a connection between movies and disasters, the entanglement of disaster films and real-life experience and finally the disasters brought about by filmmaking itself.
Japan’s era name change from Heisei to Reiwa this year is symbolically significant both for her politics as well as her culture which have also entered a new era. Chang Shih-Lun takes a look at the post-war transformation in the external images of Emperor Hirohito since his “Declaration of Humanity” in 1946, analyzing in detail the memories of history and cultural politics that followed Japan’s imperial system. Furthermore, the Photobook Making Case Study segment features a rare behind-the-scenes look at printing work with Himeno Kimi, founder of AKAAKA, a Japanese art book publisher.
Since March this year, we have been co-organizing with C-LAB the Afterimage of History: Photography History Narrative Workshops, a series of workshops led by artists and imagery researchers, promoting the critical thinking of contemporary meaning and creativity in the history of photography. In this issue, we are featuring an excerpt from artist Kao Chung-Li’s lecture in his Imagery Machine workshop, in which he spoke about the principles of visual imagery, and revealed the ways art and literary creations responded to photography and visual perception. (Kao also created a concept called “chù/shìh tóu bù jhào siàng shù” (tangibility of touch/sight head phase-image making method), a method to illustrate the perception of touch and sight in image creation, inspiring new ways to approach photography and visual history.) We will be featuring more content from the workshops in future issues. At the same time, we will also be organizing a forum on photography history, and we look forward to your participation.
Cover photo: Shiga Lieko, Human Spring, 2019 / courtesy the artist.
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Short Film 「CHOICE」
Are we blessed to be born?
What is blessing?
realistic element?
Or the sense of blessing a blessing itself?
我々は祝福され生まれてきたのであろうか
現実的な要素が祝福か?
祝福と思える考えがそれそのものか?
There’s no fairness in this world.
Time, Race, Age, Circumstances...
Every factor can change the way it works.
平等というものはこの世にはない
等しく皆に訪れる事柄でも、時代、人種、年齢、環境…
様々な要因が、作用を変化させる
Relativistic words swirl around, and distort our concepts.
The words that seem to provide hope have prerequisites that are taken for granted.
They don't even care about those who fell off from the frame.
相対評価的な言葉が渦巻き、概念を歪めていく
一見前向きな希望を謳った言葉も当たり前かのような前提条件があり
その枠に漏れたものの存在など考えてもいない
Hope turned into justice,
and the meaning of empathy changed to consumers.
いつしか希望が正論に変わり
共感の意味は消費者に変わった
So, are we all alone
No one is the same, we never understand each other.
but no one can live alone.
では我々は孤独なのであろうか
同じ人間は1人としておらず、理解し合うことはできない
だが、人は1人では生きていけない
Definitions are made from standards, and standards are different for each one of us.
Therefore, it may seem relative, but it is absolute.
定義は基準によって為され、基準は人それぞれだ
よってそれは相対的に見えて絶対的なのだ
“Love” is always tough. Painful. Frightful.
It's up to us to choose whether we want to be loved.
辛く、苦しく、恐ろしい愛の方が多く
それを愛されるとするかは選択次第なのだ
Life is painful.
Life is beautiful.
生きることは、苦しく
生きることは、美しい
Director : Koshun Mamiya
Director of Photography : Kotaro Yamada
Assistant Camera : Masato Tanaka
Lighting Director : Sora Okubo
Original/Styling/Edit : Koshun Mamiya
Translation : Nao Asada
Narrator : Anocam
Music : 329
Acoustic guitar : Tomoki Iwasaki
Cast : emma
Koshun Mamiya
https://www.instagram.com/koshunn/
emma
https://www.instagram.com/emma_chijoke/
Kotaro Yamada
https://www.instagram.com/kotaroyamada_jp/
Masato Tanaka
https://www.instagram.com/holyhuman__1231/
Sora Okubo
https://www.instagram.com/sora075_/
329
https://www.instagram.com/bpm329/
Anocam
https://www.instagram.com/anocam_/
Nao Asada
https://twitter.com/yokutabenemuru
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