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I HELP YOU THAT CAN FIND YOUR PEACE
당신의 평화를 찾을 수 있도록 곁을 지킬게요.

성공을 향해 달려왔지만 실패뿐이라고 생각 들었던 작가의 삶에서 어떤 형태의 사랑이든지 그것은 전부 약점이라고 생각이 든 그 시점부터 시작된 작업.

그 약점을 강점이라 생각하면서 선택한 작사가라는 직업을 통해 말의 날카로움을 끌어안아 누군가의 마음을 어루만져오는 시간을 관통하였지만 작가 본인의 감정을 끌어안지 못했던 결과 무너졌다.

보이지 않지만 올곧은 것들의 힘을 믿고, 서로에게 상처 주지만 아주 깊은 마음 안에는 우리 모두 같은 선함을 가지고 있음을 믿고 나답게 누군가를 사랑하며, 받는 것 보다 주는 것에 가치를 두는 삶을 추구한다. 또 우리의 삶에서 비합리적이라는 말의 본질을 꿰뚫고 옳은 것에 대한 대상을 바라보는 작가의 시선을 통한 감정의 색을 바탕으로 작사가를 병행하는 작가는 선과 글자를 통해 작가 본인만의 정의를 내린다. 특히 문법이 맞지 않는 문장들을 넣음으로써 어린아이가 말을 배울 때처럼 순수함을 드러낸다.

그 정의 속에서 자신만의 평화를 찾아가고, 모든 삶에서 가장 기본이 되는 나다움을 입기 위해 삶을 여행하는 모든 과정을 그린다. 또 그림은 어렵다는 편견을 깨기 위해, 보고 예쁨을 느끼고 사진을 찍는 그 행위만으로도 행복감을 느낄 수 있는 쉽고 친근한 가치를 전달하고자 한다. 또 작가의 그림 형태는 계속적으로 변화하며 일관성이 없는 일관성을 추구하며 어떠한 틀에 갇히지 않고 예술이라는 큰 틀안에서 마음껏 뛰어노는 행위 자체에 의미를 두며 작업을 하고 있다.

The first time I was sick and thought about moving on, there was no one by my side.
The sunlight that reached my fingertips, which stretched out over the window, was colorfully bright, but I was dark.
He loved but could not love, and he loved and hated love.
This feeling that frees me, but keeps me locked up, I couldn't handle it.
If I hadn't suffered love, I'd have denied everything that there wouldn't have been a breakup.
I resented you for hurting me.
On the one hand, I waited.
Then I gradually cut off the rotten branches.
It sprouted again at the end.
It means that the memory in a song's lyrics is written differently.
The memory of filtering time was different.
Because of you, I can love love more now.
Thank you and let's go back to our respective lives.
Let's move away from each other's lives forever.
Bye.

behind story

4 Month After
The time I was organizing things that weren't me ended and I started to focus on myself in me.
I've been hugging and protecting your shortcomings because I love you.
As I went up to the beginning of the wound, the problem was simple.
When the world prejudices you, I prejudiced the world.
I only looked at you, but I couldn't overcome people's eyes.
So we let people confirm their happiness with our misfortunes.
I didn't last any longer.
Prejudice of the world was heavier than I thought, and made me feel lonely.
The world was bright, but my world was dark because I prejudiced the world.
The more I walked in the feeling of walking in the mud, the more I fell in love with it.
Unlike the wounds I had, only the wounds were more clearly revealed in the beauty of drawing a line outside my world.

편견

3 Month After
I felt like I was walking on the median between well-being and well-being.
Goodbye to goodbye and goodbye to the beginning.
The feeling of starting at the end, the regret of losing you and the regret of not finishing early at the same time, were all on the boundary.
We did our best, but we lost. Maybe we chose to lose because we knew we wouldn't do our best anymore.
Whatever it was, I missed myself before I met you.
You made me a better person, but if you look at our love, I'm right and you're wrong.
The way you change me was a mess, and I couldn't remember the person I loved.
I missed me regretting you.
The beginning and the end were so different, and the distance felt very far away while being attached to the sky and the ground.
Love and separation, you and I, regret and longing.
I felt nostalgic for my lost name in regret, and as we, who were one, were crushed and stretched, the results of love and separation began to appear differently.

Regret (Nostalgia)

1 Month After
I believed it was not.
I didn't think it was possible.
And persuaded him that he could turn it back.
I felt sorry for the people around me who couldn't accept that it was the end and couldn't bear to tell the truth, so I was more sick.
Every morning when I opened my eyes, there was no one, and there was no more love.
Everything that becomes comfortable when I look at it is covered in sharp colors, making it impossible to look at it.
Everything was like that.
The habit of not accepting from a very young age made me difficult, and the memory gradually made me twist.
The randomly chosen colors were like happy memories, sad memories, and angry memories circulating in my mind after love, and I applied them crushed as if they had been applied to something.
I thought tears were flowing, but only time was passing, and I stopped.
There was no stopping the flow, and everything seemed to be in place, but nothing became recognizable.

부정

2 Month After
Would it have been different?
These nine letters locked me up.
Blaming myself for not doing my best was not enough to accept the consequences now placed on me.
So I repeated it.
I returned my memory and repeated my actions, and when bad memories came through, I repeated the same actions until I couldn't remember them.
My day became a curve that lost its place in the straight line towards you, and the little vibrations caused by the change ate away at me.
What's left is not left untouched.
Nothing will flow, so it will rot.
The rotten regret locked me up as a compulsion because you didn't flow.
I remember the rape flowers that bloomed in the season we met, and I always felt dizzy with the scent of rape flowers, but I still think of you when I smell the rape flowers.
The irregular curves, the position of the curves, and the time when the beginning and the end were unknown were compulsive, and the unknown rumble was like the reality of regret left at the end of love.

The Remain Love (Obsession

5 Month After
The scab is sitting down.
After all the emotions were torn, festered, drained, and sick, the scab sat down.
It was itchy.
I can't say where as if the seeds were sprouting, but the surroundings of my mind were itchy.
When it was buried, the stain-like color passed and the colors that were comfortable to stare at filled my world.
As if a petal fell into the water and filled the lake, a petal scab sat in my heart.
It seemed to be the end at last.
It was cool when the wind blew. It was warm when the sun was shining.
Everything became natural, and I could feel it as it was.
Love is over, and I'm healed.

Heal (End of Love)

6 Month After
It's new.
As if I had a new flesh coming out, I had a scar, but it became quite hard.
I started to find out how to love me, how to love someone, and why I live.
I feel happy.
Everything has a sense of security when I'm me.
As the light permeated, the dark mud-like mind brightened up.
In fact, was every start in my mind.
A hard wall was built up on the edge of the dark mind and I was able to protect myself.
And then it got back up.
Among them, the window opened like a tiny sprout blooming and I began to see a different world.
I was me, and I will continue to be me.
It was another start the moment I realized that no moment had ever been me.

New (I Am Me)

8 Month After
I acknowledged that I can be happy only when I have love.
Someone would say I'm weak or not independent.
But love is the greatest to me, making me who I am and making the world I see beautiful.
I got to know myself by loving you.
He can't be me, but my self-portrait will be completed with his brush strokes.
He and I overlap, so the collapsing boundary softens me and the new color resembles us.
I was stable as I resembled him, and the spring was in the air as lavender bloomed in the long dry field.
I wanted to heal his wounds, and I wanted to heal my wounds.
Even if we are afraid of the same wounds, we have decided not to let go.
I was the most like myself, not stepping back in the face of fear.

자화상

7 Month After
The world went by normally again.
The importance of mediocrity poured out.
Everything was on the verge of becoming colorful, and now I didn't hate people walking on the street.
I met him when I thought I wanted to get to know someone again.
After countless failures, the fate of meeting.
Someone who feels like I can only carry that buck in my arms if it's a coincidence.
We touched each other's eyes at the moment when the stars of the dying heart shone.
You and my planet created by another explosion, extinguishing the heart that was hurt.
Still and again, excitement and fear are irregularly scattered with fragments and fragments,
As expected, I need to love.

Even after that, fate becomes coincidence again and coincidence becomes fate again, although it is a series of expectations and disappointments. Nevertheless, I should love.

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behind story

편견

Regret (Nostalgia)

부정

The Remain Love (Obsession

Heal (End of Love)

New (I Am Me)

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