Power in those hands
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@haejunglee
Power in those hands
head full of donât let the world and light as a feather utterances
I blame no one for this position, but itâs unrealistic to say that things are completely unaffected by external influences.Â
Am I just looking for a wall to press my shoulder onto - a pillow to offset the weight of this big and heavy head?
âSucking your thumb and frowning at the things that make you unhappy is absolutely unacceptable, oh no no! Itâs silly to be doing that, especially at your age. The whole of society do not approve of this childish behaviour!â
You should know better - know better, be better. Be better than you.
(Crop of work, âOverprotective, 2022âł)
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Itâs a scary place to be in, when youâre foolish enough to think you get the gist of it all. âYeah, yeah. Been there, done that. Iâve lived enough to know that.â
More and more I think itâs better to take in things as if theyâre new regardless of its dizzying repetitiveness. Thousand times over, but never falter in believing it new and exciting, always.Â
Breathe in that stale air inside your little box of comfort and always assure yourself that itâs the freshest air youâve ever inhaled.
Promise yourself over and over again, even when youâre certain that it will break.
(crop of work, âTime and Placeâ, 2021)
Often trying is simply not enough. I say perspective, but talking useless words is infinitely easier than doing it soaked in meaningful silence.Â
Sympathy for sufferers only grow bigger as you get older.
I try so hard to stay naive and young, but you just cannot unsee certain things as you go through life. The real challenge is staying you despite it all.
(crop of new work, âShe Talks Too Muchâ, 2022)
Reminder for why I do what I do
comfort is not what I look for in life, but sometimes the bed of lush green grass on the side of the road on a hot day is too tempting not to sit on just for a second.Â
The thing is, once you allow yourself sit, youâll then want to lay. Once you lay down, you slowly drift off to sleep. Not long after, when you awake, the weight of your eyelids will be too heavy and your joints would have stiffened.Â
Iâve laid on that patch of grass before, and the journey back up to standing makes you second guess if that patch of grass was worth sitting on in the first place.
All but human, filled with simple desires and lessons to learn and relearn.
Aftermath, 2021
Iâm feeling again.Â
Please pinch me hard, I know it will hurt and you canât begin to understand how happy that will make me.
it all seems easy until youâre in the thick of it.Â
All the unsolicited advice turned to shit.Â
Pointless. Hopeless. All good, for now.
Crying about Us, 2021Â (crop)
Iâm hurting you, youâre hurting me. Canât you see itâs all the same? What a waste of fucking time.Â
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I think lifeâs seeming malleability might be just an illusion, keeping us from looking down the edge of sanity.
Itâs rigid as can be and here I am trying to bend it with all thatâs within me.
(Detail from âRegurgitatingâ, 2020)
muted
For better or worse, I mute myself
(detail of âRegurgitatingâ, 2020)
I think Iâm pretending, but I canât be sure.
(Detail of âYouâre Not Who I thought You Wereâ, 2020)
Do I accept what seems inevitable or fight through in hopes that change might take place?Â
Is it comfort over progress or walking in circles?
Will there be light at the end or will IÂ â
(Detail of âYouâre Not Who I Thought You wereâ, 2020)
When was the last time youâve examined something?Â
Are you hyper-focused or on autopilot? Is there something in your field of vision that is so obstructive yet youâve gotten used to? Do you need distractions from the raw sharpness of the truth? Is it overdone or not nearly enough?Â