Blue Highways, Leaves of Grass and the Parkdale Library

Blue Highway, Blade, Parkdale Library I can not tell what I want to find in the library that summer. A shelf that shines glittering and a book stacked neatly. Although it does not sound, the hustle of the fluorescent light and the ham sound of the rubber stamp. Librarians will be quiet types - talk gently and intellectually. I think that this is itself a temple with a solemn language. With these images in mind, I was surprised to see the employee's studio for the first time.

"I entered the woods in the afternoon of October, I was sunny, I was lying on the grass, I stared at the leaves of the oak and entered the dazzling blue heavenly.Injured clover - and The touch of things - the touch of grass and the air and the blue of the sky - the seasons are changing and we can all stand up to the shape of the lives of others about us and can not stand here However the sun and the moon are ours When we put a carousel around, our shadows will change, our shadows will change, and we will feel ourselves changing, it is no longer rigid, our hearts Is no longer indifferent and our hands are not frozen anymore The lawn leaves are now our friends Rays of sunlight welcome the dew and divide it into several colors.

Blue Highway, Blade, Parkdale Library I can not tell what I want to find in the library that summer. A shelf that shines glittering and a book stacked neatly. Although it does not sound, the hustle of the fluorescent light and the ham sound of the rubber stamp. Librarians will be quiet types - talk gently and intellectually. I think that this is itself a temple with a solemn language. With these images in mind, I was surprised to see the employee's studio for the first time.

That's why I was curious when I heard about designing a unique immersive audio drama adventure from a friend from the university, Lucy Campbell, Park Dale Library Information Center. I was always a fan of the Campbell drama experiment, and I am interested in what she did with the new media audio. In the age of October afternoon, I went to the library. When I arrived, I was scared of what I saw outside - two young women, about 20 meters away, were walking slowly at the same speed. They look like zombies - their weighing and measurement steps mimic each other and their eyes are thrown in the sky. When I went to see Campbell, I realized that the woman I met outside met must like drama.

From January to early March, my pneumonia was very serious. Suddenly I lost my job at Christmas. I interviewed a lot on the phone, but I could not get out of the house at all. Parkdale No Frills has been closed. Yes, there is a shuttle bus, but I am very sick of antibiotics so I can not take a taxi or get on the bus. From the shore of the lake to Queen Street, my lung was burning very badly. I am in the hospital twice. After my moon shouts, I feel like 'fate' has slowed my fucking speed and told me to listen to myself. This is the most unique life in my memory, but that gives me that power. I spent a lot of time to heal my lung, heal my heart, art, play music for myself, and make a game plan for the rest of the year.