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A fox has a life after death experience.
The video was commissioned by 4mations for Channel 4 – http://www.channel4.com/programmes/4mations/episode-guide Music by Mick Cooke – http://www.toomanycookes.co.uk/ A UK Film Council, Scottish Screen, DigiCult and Channel 4 Presentation Developed by DigiCult and Lupus Films.
Night Travels © JLeahy
In the black of the night
Mind’s curtain drops
A screen unfolds
Scenes after scenes
Words travel in echoes
Enemies captured
Friends laugh
A child cries
Someone screams
Emotions grip you
You are afraid
Someone holds you
In places only dreamers go
Shapes blend into pictures
And fades into nothing
Spirit walks, runs and flies
In just one night, a lifetime,
can become one story
Until dawn brings the ending
One of my proudest moment as a gardener is when my Cattleya trianae tipo ‘Baronessa blooms. I have several on a poinciana tree and the grey-green mid truck bursts into speckles of translucent white, dabbed with bright pink and golden centres. The Cattleya orchids tell me Autumn is here.
The flowers remain for three and half to four weeks before they finally wilt. These pictures were taken by my niece Jaradeenah Danomira this morning.
Graffiti – is it art, writing, or both? A freedom of expression. I have posted this question on this blog before. Here a documentary explores the work of street painters and gives them an opportunity to speak about what motivates them to colour the streets.
How many of us have felt the deep and painful meaning of love in this song? And sadly, the man who brought us this beautiful song is gone.
The Guardian: Percy Sledge, who recorded the classic 1966 soul ballad When a Man Loves a Woman, has died aged 73.
Louisiana coroner Dr William Clark confirmed that Sledge died early on Tuesday morning at his home in Baton Rouge. He had been diagnosed with liver cancer in early 2014.
Sledge’s first recording took him from hospital orderly to a long touring career averaging 100 performances a year and an induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2005.
Mondays Finish the Story by Barbara W. Beacham
Scatterings of Blood River ©JLeahy Memoirs
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, beyond the blue fog of Torrest Straits lived many tribes in Papua New Guinea. Amongst them, a fierce warrior named Katham led the Ahe people.
Seeking fertile land Katham attacked Tikeleng, Apo and Aluki tribes for the Lahe coastline. The early 1900s battle took place near a large river. Positioned in the thick tropical forest Katham and his warriors fought till his last coastal enemy fell. Katham and two ardent followers returned inland. They crossed the river, which they named Bu-dac, meaning Blood River, because it was red and filled with floating bodies. The three heard loud splashing. Katham approached the shallow bank cautiously thinking an injured enemy was still alive.
To his astonishment, he found a toddler struggling for air and Katham picked up and hugged the baby boy. The baby threw up water and cried. Without other survivors, Katham returned home, named and raised the toddler as his son.
Based on our (Ahe people’s) history as told by my grandmother, Geyamlamuo Poaluawe Baim. Budac remains a river where our people wash daily. The toddler’s three generations are still part of our family. Our village Wagang remains in the position Katham fought for. Thank you Barbara for a perfect picture to inspire my oral history.
For Cool Stuff I want to introduce Jimmy Diresta, one of my son Christopher’s favourite contemporary artist and craftsman. Being a craftsman himself, Chris follows Jimmy’s work and admires some of the unique objects and art pieces that Jimmy has re-created from ordinary things he found in junk and re-cycled yards. One such beautiful creation is Jimmy’s collection of guitars he has crafted.
As Jimmy tells it, “I have been using tools and making things for over 40 years. And teaching for over 20. I started learning how to make things while working with my dad in his wood shop. He put me in the environment to keep experimenting and learning. Through out my school years every job I had pertained to making things: carpentry, sign making, florist and props. I went to School of Visual Arts in NYC to earn my BFA where I have been teaching since 94’. Over the last 20 years I have been designing and fabricating many things including guitars, toys, furniture, clothes and more.” See more on Video Wood Workers. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLmKrXjTwIo#t=49
It’s not news that the world of printed text on paper is challenged in the 21st century by digital media and the reorganization of how information is created, distributed and accessed. Knowledge saving and sharing continues to be reinvented – 5000 years ago the Incans used a device called a quipu made of string and knots for communication, 3000 years ago the Sumerians had libraries containing clay tablets while the Egyptians used papyrus and parchment scrolls.
During the Han Dynasty the Chinese invented paper to write on and in the 15th century Europeans began printing with movable type to create a codex. In the 1970s computers were incorporated into the printing process.Social and environmental conditions along with technological developments influence the structure of books that are produced. These objects evolve to fit the needs of the cultures that use them. Today there are e-readers with names like kindle, nook and ibook. For nearly a decade my response to the current transformation has been to use discarded encyclopedias as a material to create art works and large scaled installations as an expression of the significance and potency of the printed word on paper. Read More
Life Has Left Me © JKLeahy 2015
A proud, strong and phenomenal woman
The time awaits me for what I am to become
Across the dark lake the fog has hung
To shield my journey I obeyed to take
Like many a journeys I have taken
I push the boat into the lake
Paddle cuts thick in life’s oblique
Each stride reaching for the end
I break the fog as it consumes me
Heart not willing to let go, I know I must
Upon reaching the other side, body shivers in cold
Darkness encloses, waters still
Life pushes back against the will
The shadow arrives and becomes me
My life has come to decease for now
In a fleeting glance I see my daughters and son
The grand children and friends
My heart swells in love and happiness
What a legacy I have constructed
Living on, the beauty of life and its greatness
Unto him I will see – the final release lifts me
I drift to the heavens, where my final resting place
Written in loving memory of Mum Kathy by Joycelin K Leahy. (copyright)
Sunday March 29th 2015.
For a woman who was beautiful in and out. My friend Belinda’s mother Kathy Moeder who died peacefully after illness. We buried her today in Brisbane after a wonderful funeral where there was sadness and pain, but many stories of Kathy’s life with happiness, humour and celebration. Kathy Moeder believed in love, family, rights and safety of others. She was a Peace and Women’s advocate and a dedicated Christian. She was truly loved.
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