Noēsis
The thing, called
self or soul,
in the dark
in the long silence
will be my companion.
As time goes on, I realized that it was no longer easy for me to conceal my emotions. They are always abundant but restrained. Being with myself disengages me temporarily from reality and immerse me in the universe of emotions. I enjoy the silence and appreciate the rich thoughts that being alone brings to me. At the same time, I deal with ambiguous and incomprehensible darkness hidden deep in my heart. The project aims to visualize my inner dialogues and thoughts, which are sensitive, fragile, and dark.
Lament, 2020
Feeling Lost, 2020
Inception, 2020
Infinity
The truth is, I often feel fear in my stable life.
Fear of love, fear of loss.
But fear allows me to embrace instability.
Until I am trapped and flooded in this endless loop.
Light Passing Through, 2020
Melting Away, 2020
Division, 2020
Under the Skin, 2020
Jouska
I feel
the moment of the blood clotting
the sound of the heart tearing
I feel
cold in my fingertips
Longing for...
an armchair, hugs and
the residual warmth of a bonfire
longing for oblivion
A lion kisses a deer
the ocean embraces the shark
the lake catches the fallen leaf
I know everything will be alright
but when?
Peak I, 2019
Peak II, 2019
There is an Ending, 2019
A Song for Her
No one can imagine
how a hedgehog,
covered by spines,
bravery and ambition filling its eyes,
but at night,
there is only fear left.
No one can imagine,
this solitary soul,
sitting atop a hill,
splintering and falling with gravel.
She is pious,
she is hopeful,
but no one tells her that.
She is like an overripe plum.
She will be forgotten,
and when remembered,
she will be thrown away.
She begs
someone to pull her out of the sorrow.
She begs
someone to pull her out of this endless night.
Gained, 2021
Two Flowers, 2019
Time Sometimes Dies
Time sometimes dies
It may also be too fast
so we don't feel it passing
When
the first wind of autumn blows
the cigarette goes out
Dehydration, 2019
Mirror, 2021
You, 2020
Until We Meet Again
This is the moment, I think
last June,
you became a hydrangea
and continued to guard us.
We always think of you
talk about you
grieving
but it is what we rely on.
Remember those memories,
just remember.