•30.5x22cm, pen / 2018 / Z-HYUN YOON .
I could pretend to be happy even though I was sad.
I could pretend I was sick.
Hoped love to be perfect with love.
Hoped all my weaknesses are hidden.
In a dream,
I grew flowers that couldn't bloom.
•30.5x22cm, pen&pencil / 2018 / Z-HYUN YOON .
Only one life to live.
Got so much to give.
Fighting for the nation,
That is my gift.
Run like a champion and win like a king.
That's my only goal, my everything.
I was inspired from a photo someone took of Vår playing live. They have a song with a poem in it that I just find really beautiful.
It's called, 'No one dances quite like my brothers'. goes liked this:
This is how I first saw him
Essentiality traced into every movement
Still now, years later
I get nausea from the thought of forces above me
Feet sliding on moss covered rocks
It all seems like together
I burn sage in my room every morning and every night
I thrust myself against my walls and my floor
I have a poster at the end of my bed
Mainly so I can touch it with my feet
It leaves me with some comfort
It shows a nature reserve with animals and plants and birds
With a million bright colours
I sleep with a small piece of flint
Whenever I get overwhelmed, I press it against my thigh
I let small drops of blood pour onto the flame
I can't look into fire as I could before
The flames grin at me, casting aspersions
And I get sick and I have to lie down No one dances quite like my brothers.