Light Moves Magazine

LIGHTMOVES magazine is an experimental digital magazine curated by Critical Cultural Practices students Tami Han and Sophia Chamney Lavigne, Lightmoves acts as a digital curation space , highlighting the works of of both Han and Chamney Lavigne along with their peers from time at Emily Carr to share themes of Science, Movement and human connection. The collection aims to highlight curatorial, art-science, and writing based practices highlighting the diverse and often forgotten body of work that occurs at the school, and acting as a show within a show by weaving threads of work together. The magazine features works by artists Tristan Wright, Hee-Won Shin and Lane Weng, along with a painting by curator Tami Han, and a short story by curator Sophia Chamney Lavigne.

Tami Han (2026) “Wave energy” acrylic and oil on canvas, 5ft x 5ft

Tristan Wright (2025) “Fio” Digital Illustration, (2026) “Please Forgive me”, Digital Illustration

Sophia Chamney Lavigne (2026) “A Light Journey” , short story

Deryn hated these long shipping contracts. Six whole months away from home, most of it spent alone in his spaceship with only a drone to keep him company. What was worse, his company didn’t even spring for a per-chip, the drone was only equipped to help him move things. He thought that they would get better performance with a drone that couldn’t help lift anything but could at least make conversation in between deliveries. Not that it was any of his business anymore, since he was finally heading home on what was going to be his last trip on contract. Carys had finally found planet-side work, meaning as soon as he got home they could finally get married, then he would start looking for work too.

Stationary work didn’t pay as well, but who could ever care if they had each other? He was only three days from home now, and as soon as he was back, she would pick him up at the port and they would go down to the courthouse. They wouldn’t be able to afford a real wedding until he had found a job as well, it didn’t matter, he didn’t care.

He and Carys had met on a larger shipment rig than this one, the kind of ship that needed seven or eight people just to run, along with a whole host of Drones and other bots. Every being on that ship he was sure had been desperate to either be with or be Carys OldSuns, dark coily hair, and sharp features contrasted by her round nose was only the half of it. Carys was luminous, she had a way of making everyone around her happy, laughter poured from rooms that Carys inhabited, and sorrows were shared and quartered by her words. Why in all the worlds she had chosen him he had no idea, but even the distance of separate individual shipping contracts had not broken their bonds. Each time they were both planet side, no matter the planets or the distance charges, each moment was spent speaking to each other through communicators. Half his time alone was spent thinking of her too. He kept an electric photo frame with her photo on the dashboard of his ship, and when on autopilot split his time between watching planets and stars fly by, and watching her face on the display.

He had been watching Carys, and not the window when the ship jolted and came to a sudden stop. He turned his attention to the window, and saw a long string of light, like the tornadoes on Eris Five, only beam did not move around like those did, instead it seemed to be connected to the hull of his ship, and Deryn was shocked to realize as the beam grew larger and larger, that he was in fact spinning, although he felt perfectly still. Worse, the spinning was growing faster and faster as the beam of light grew larger and larger until the ship was fully enveloped by the beam of light. At first he could do nothing but watch the gold and red and blue colours swimming around him, around the ship. Each time he thought he could look away something new caught his eye and he spent another moment in awe. In all his years of traveling he had seen nothing like this. He wished that by some miracle Carys too could be here, could witness this with him. See these colours, shifting, all familiar and yet new at once. He could tell the ship moved only by the movement outside of it, while he himself had the uncanny feeling he was standing perfectly still.

He stayed this way for what felt like hours, until finally his eyes started to water from the bright shifting lights, combined with exhaustion beginning to set in. He went to the back of the ship where his cabin was, and looked out the window here too, watched the light moving away in the opposite direction away from the back of the ship, as if it were only passing around it.

In the night he had lovely dreams, more clear than he had ever had before. He saw his life with Carys unfolding before him in those same colours as the stream of light. Their wedding in blue, their child in red, and all of it, their whole life, somehow gold. 


When he awoke in the morning, and looked out the window, he saw the same strip of light as he had seen the last day when the beam had started, though now on the rear of the ship, he guessed it was ending. A piece of him was upset, for he knew that he was not likely to ever see such a sight again, but another part of him was glad, knowing that the whole ordeal had likely added another day to his journey, and wishing to arrive home as soon as possible to see Carys, and tell her all he’d seen. He thought it must be a good omen, to see this right before your wedding, and although he was typically a slow waker he burst from the bed back to the cockpit to check the navigator, and when he arrived he was pleased to see that he was in fact, closer to home than he had been before, and although his chronometer seemed to have broken through whatever strange fortune had found him, he thought it was a small price to pay to see such a thing, and to find himself only three hours from home. He readjusted the navigator, and flicked on his photo frame, staring at his soon to be bride until it was time for him to land.
He didn’t recognize any of the workers at the spaceport, a fact he found odd, since he had flown this route so many times before. As they helped him unload the final shipment one of them looked his ship over and whistled,
“I’m shocked this thing still flies, what is it? Twenty years old?” which struck Deryn as rude, he had only had the ship four years.

Carys was not waiting for him at the spaceport, which briefly upset him until he remembered he had arrived a full two days early, and decided to go straight to her home to surprise her.
When he reached her block he saw some of her neighbours had repainted their homes, it seemed the whole neighbourhood had undergone some sort of transformation in the last six months. He was always shocked by just how much could change in these short periods of time.

When he reached Carys’ home even that had changed, shed had changed the paneling to yellow, which didn’t surprise him, and had collected a series of windchimes that did. They seemed the sort of thing she would like but so many in such a short amount of time must have been quite the expense.
He went to open the door but found it locked and knocked instead. The woman who came to the door, was not Carys, but was an older woman who looked like her, and he wondered if one of her aunts had come for the wedding, but when the woman saw him she began to weep.

“Deryn? Is it you? How are you here?” she asked, grabbing him by the shoulder, and that voice he recognized that even two members of the same family could not sound so much alike, this had to be Carys, though he could not understand how it could be.

Perhaps hearing her the crying a girl came down the stairs, with black hair like Carys’ and looked upon their crying,
“Mom why are you crying?” asked the girl, then looking at him, “Who are you?” and when Deryn looked back at her he knew her immediately.
She was the child from his vision, here in front of him with wrinkled brow, soon to be a young woman, but just as clear and vibrant as when he had seen her in red the night before.
Seeing her, Deryn too started to weep, as he realized the true cost of his journey, the one he had never asked for at all.

Hee-Won Shin (2026) “Memory Boxes : The Closet and Grandma’s Jewelry box” mixed media

Lane Weng (2026) “Love Confession 1” Riso print on paper

*disclaimer: contains nudity*

Pages 1-2 Lane Weng

Pages 3-4, Lane Weng

pages 5-6, Lane Weng

Page 7, Lane Weng

Artists Statement

Sophia Chamney Lavigne is a writer and artist based in between Vancouver British Columbia and Medicine Hat Alberta. Their work examines folklore, it’s historical spread, and it’s modern effects on media, specifically science fiction through a feminist lens. Through their writing and art they hope to forge connection and encourage thinking about history as it continues through us now. 

Heewon Shin wants to show that people from different cultures still share similar emotions and experiences.
Her work explores shared childhood memories and shared humanity from growing up in Korea and India. It starts from a lack of empathy and compassion. People tend to judge others only by what they see on the outside, without understanding their lives. Even though we look different and come from different backgrounds, we still feel similar emotions. We all remember things like the warmth of a grandmother’s hands and the comfort of having a small personal space inside a closet.
Her paintings invite viewers to remember their own childhood. They show that everyone was once a child. Through this, she hopes people can understand each other better, feel more empathy, and see others as important and meaningful. In the end, she hopes her work creates small moments of connection and helps reduce hate between people.

Tristan Wright is an illustrator from Qayqayt First Nation, located in New Westminster. She creates work that pushes the boundaries of what urban Indigenous art can be. Her work is an amalgamation of her inspirations, from video games and online fandom. Currently, she is selling her work online and developing a portfolio that demonstrates her research and world building skills. Through her work, Tristan hopes she conveys moments that stand out from stories, communicating through visuals what speaks to others. Having just graduated, she plans to use her portfolio to enter the world of Concept art and Design in Vancouver.

References:

Einstein: Life and Universe by Walter Issacson

“A visit to Fairyland” D. E. Jenkins, Bedd Gelert: Its Facts, Fairies, and Folk-Lore