whispers of the wounded wings/šepot raněných křídel
he said (; ˶* ︿*˶ ,.)・゚゚♡・。¸,・゚’゜゚・*¨*♡。.¸
performance
19 minutes of shy emo angel freestyle, sighing yearning and crawling fallen angel being slouching most of the time because of his metaphorical wings like me when im dysphoric. The chosen place, dimmed lights and lamps represents feeling of a space between a rave entrance and one's own bedroom. These two spaces are more of a fleeting feeling for me to the point of becoming liminal. Representing mostly the only socially constructed environments where I feel like I can be myself freely and without fear and harassment. Wearing my scraped torn wings, embracing object of mending heart as a symbol of healing.








