Artist's commentary
Delusion eg Part One: The Fancy's Fancy
Beat, win, vomit, and still won't see...
Dancing, dancing... Prima on the stage bathed in the light...
You win, you win, you keep scratching... but you still don't laugh...
I'm sure the end of this scene will be miserable...
The fallen bird is in a rusty basket...
Even if it's the worst end, if I can save you...
In a room where empty syringes and medicine containers are scattered, thoughts remain floating in the air ...
I thought I was left behind in the past...
Side effects and fatigue distort the world, the crowds of the audience are always ugly flies, and the multitude of cheers enter the pharmacological brain like a disgusting feather sound ... all pain and despair will devour her ...
“As long as I have you, I don’t need anything... I’ll keep winning for you... so one day... I just need you to embrace me and love me.”
The murky clowns dance today, immerse themselves in ridiculous tragedies and melt their lives, in the shadow of countless cheers ... while quietly roaring ...

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