This was a fun version of the first piece I animated, unfortunately I broke the SFW file and I cannot get into it to fix it. Anyway, it is fun to play with but very irritating at the same time.
Rabbit Cubed
This is the final installation of my Rabbit Trilogy. Each one uses a slightly different navigational system.
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Rabbit Presentation
This is my most recent attempt at creating a web native narrative. Please have a go at it and tell me what you think.Rabbits Presentation
Animated Text
Please click on the link to open the latest version of Not about Rabbits. For the last week, I have been at Banff in the In(ter)ventions program working with digital writers and artists to develop my digital writing practice. This is an old text but I am happy to remake it in a digital format!
Screening, Calculating 63
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Tagged Calculating 63, leannej, missing women, My Name Is Scot, Vancouver
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Not About Rabbits the Animated version
I have been playing around with the animation options in Indesign, and I must say it is very exciting. Of course, I haven’t figured out how to load the file into my WordPress blog or to make it big enough to read! Some would ask “why”? But click the link and check it out!
Re-Reading the Riot Act
Re-Reading the Riot Act: Cycles One through Five by leannej
This book is an extension of a performance by leannej, originally presented at the Waldorf Hotel on the night of Vancouver’s 2011 Stanley Cup Riot. Five stories intertwine to present an account of protest and resistance on a personal, as well as historic scale. Co-published with UNIT/PITT Projects.
This publication is the first in the series Rereading the Riot Act, an ongoing interrogation of the historical events of April 23, 1935 in Vancouver. This series of actions and publications intend to provoke an emotional, politicized engagement with civic space and to question how or whether we want to narrate (back) to it.
If you would like to purchase the book, you can visit their site http://www.publicationstudio.biz/books/118
A Sneak Preview
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Tagged Anakana Schofield, leannej, Not Sent Letters, Vivo
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Writing Experiment Number 1
I have been working on a project with another writer where we are trying to shape a performance for sometime in October. We are very different people and very different writers, so it will be an interesting assignment.
We have a general theme, which is a kind of walking and mapping around our city. How we both interpret this is well, what is interesting. Anyway, I started trying to write a piece about this place I am oddly attracted to.
Expo Boulevard and Georgia Street
Take 1
It is an urban cave. Or it used to be. Slowly they have been building around it. Big stores on both sides, but inside it is still dark and primal.
Take 2
In the midst of summer and the constant rush to gentrify everything, there are still some places, dark places, where the light does not penetrate. A dark tunnel that conducts cars from one side of the city to the next. Inside, it is empty and inches of dust and old car exhaust covers everything. It is a place you could wait out the end of the world. Lying in the rafters above, while the whole world ground to a stop, Cars run through every second, but if you are quiet, you can feel the throb of the earth underneath the noise of the cars. If you close your eyes, you can imagine you are feeling the heart beat of the world.
Take 3
In this city of light there are a still a few dark places where the light of new development and new ideas cannot penetrate. This is an old place formed, I know, by newish architecture—it is still a cave. Sometimes I need the dark, I need a place to go back to. A place where we all once came from. I revisit this place, to recharge, to remember what is important, without the glitz and the glare of the light. Here is a place where time stops, you can feel the beating of the earth’s heart, beating alongside your own. Here I remember, nothing lasts.
Final
In this city of light there are a still a few dark places where the light of new development and new ideas cannot penetrate. This is an old place formed, I know, by new architecture—it is still a cave. Sometimes I need the dark, I need to visit that place where we all once came from. I go to remember what is important, without the glitz and the glare of the light. Here is a place where time stops, you can feel the beating of the earth’s heart, beating alongside your own. Here I remember, nothing lasts.
