Liv Kanoa Hussey

SHAÉLIC (stills)
A FILM BY: Liv Kanoa Hussey and Rowan Chiavassa
EDITED BY: Liv Kanoa Hussey
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Me and my love in the hills of England. We had reunited south at a small castle after meeting atop the ol man of storr, the beakon of the Scottish highlands, once the fairies had completed their love spell. In a small England town we stumbled into the winter droving fair, we danced with the masked people and their candles. Then we went home to a magical circus world of stories and wanderlust. Then off to the hills we pilgrimaged for days with the sheep and created this film. In time it had been revealed we were writing our very own prophecy, a ritual of tales.
Thanks for driving us into the hills.

i love to dance

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Destroy all you want
The body will always find a way to release its infections
And as you dig
The moon feels farther and farther away

The Last Song? A Tonal Exchange
April 26, 7:30 pm

Please join us before sunset on April 26. We will meet at Ball’s Bridge at 7:30 pm. Looking forward to singing with you!

We will gather together in chorus, welcoming the awakening of the frogs

Joining them in their seasonal trance

We will show our love to our amphibian neighbours and their threatened home
Through reciprocating song

Our community has been fighting hard for 5 years to protect this habitat from an open pit below water level aggregate mine. In the centre of the proposed gravel mine there is a fertile and thriving wetland, home to a variety of species. If the mine is approved, this complex ecosystem that is the home of an abundance of frogs will dry up and become uninhabitable, resulting in the death of these frogs and countless other creatures.

We invite you to come and participate. This gathering will be documented.

Rebecca Garrett and Liv Kanoa Hussey are local interdisciplinary artists working with the Friends of Ball’s Bridge and Little Lakes community.

1, 2, 3 birds
Know the hands I keep
Under my pillow while I fall asleep

This rock by the river side
Heard my cries
she slowly died.
Annulment.
softening.
All my dead babies running that way.

This dirt knows my secrets
I play the rain
sometimes I cry when I talk.

This tree watched me burn her.
Bubbling.

This forest watches the trains
The beast that brings the galleries
The girl that followed the bunnies there.
Mourning.

The girl that sits on the train
All my dead babies going that way.

What kind of mother sits on the train?
The train is a kind mother.

The train sits
The mother sits
The girl sits
The river flows
The rock knows
And the babies ran that way.