Last week I fell in love with East Palace West Palace in the cinema. Super emotional homoerotica of a twink writer spinning stories like Shahrzad of one thousand and one nights. Not for living one more night, but to pierce his look longer in the Xiao Shi’s eyes, to move him by his desire, to free himself and Xiao Shi.
I felt similar to the first time reading David’s description of Giovanni in bed, in the beginning of Giovanni’s Room. I was swallowing Baldwin’s words before my eyes could finish the letters. I desired to be Giovanni from the eyes of David the same as I wanted to be Xiao Shi in the eyes of A-Lan. It made me feel sadly dysphoric and at the same time fantastically euphoric. Si Han’s breathtaking performance and seductive eyes have been living with me ever since. I was constantly replacing their gay cruising park with Park Daneshjoo in my head and I let flashbacks of my sm fantasies and dreams mix with A-Lan’s.

This sexy water scene will live in my head forever.

This film sparked some glitters on my stay in gloomy Vilnius, where I will spend my whole November making art in a corner of Rupert for the final event of my petit art studies.

I struggled forever with reducing my art to words and images, the length and width of documentation and going around or about or beyond the works, still I am questioning if i want them on instagram? After many conversations, I felt life is too short to wrestle endlessly with my beliefs. Isn’t it better to see a little bit than nothing? Anyways, I guess I’m convinced to become more visible and with this post I am officially introducing you to my website where you can get a glimpse of what I was busy with over the past few years.

I befriended a cornered tree on my everyday walk to Rupert. It’s losing leaves everyday and I wonder if I ever felt autumn in the last 8 years as much as I did this year?