Acrylic gouache, Embroidery thread, Canvas board
I must be good.
I must conform.
Me through the eyes of others.
Me for others.
The threads of gazes that nest in my heart.
Everyone catches me.
I am trapped in them.
It is hard to get out of here.
Because the threads have become intricately entangled within me.
If I want to get out,
I have to carefully untangle them one by one.
It seems tremendous.
But who tangled these threads?
Who has voluntarily entered into this?
I am unhappily ensconced in this place.
In a resting place where there is no change.