I am me, 21 years old and from a tiny country up in the north.
As far as this blog goes, you may expect to find beautiful sceneries, fairy-tales and bits of my life, far too much of various fictional characters and everything else that is somehow relevant to something. Also, occasionally, here be dragons.
I did a thing. It’s a sad thing. It’s a fanfiction thing. It’s a whouffle thing. Well… this is a first.
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I remember. I remember a thousand lives and a thousand deaths. They weren’t painful, but they were sad. They were like falling asleep, but having this final eerie feeling, this knowing that you will never wake up again. I would say that dying is the opposite of waking up from a nightmare - instead of relief you feel emptiness. But it only lasts for a moment, after that it’s just… nothing.
Movement and interactive relationship with the body has been the most important element throughout my body of work. However through these works, I also started to explore the mechanical structure as a form. Mechanical structure becomes the most enjoyable form to me as it becomes complex yet remains simple and coherent. The contrast between metal structural form and natural feather, together with the repetitive and whimsical movements of fragile wings, provokes the imagination and evolves the intimate relationship between work and viewer/wearer. Although the recent series, segmented wings have been focused on the formal challenge to engineer an intricate movement that simulates bird wings, these works are intended to be a series of poems in which I develope my own formal language, interpret the nature of wings, create various structural forms with movements, and share the metaphor, imagination, humor, with viewer/wearer.