Be Sick of You

“Gathering together is for fools
the whole venture is hopeless
My pain – is my inspiration, where salvation is
urgent therapy..”

This is a work about how sometimes we need therapy for toxic relationships. The meaning could have been deeper, but…right now it is…

I will publish a translation of the lyrics of the song on which the work is based:
“But for another minute to those dreams
A lot of smoke in the air
I wake up alone
In this disturbing apartment.

Only shadows near the windows
Warmed by the morning light
And has a name balm
Involuntary reflections.

Don’t promise that we will be together forever here and in joy and sorrow
Because our souls are no longer here to heal them
Incurably sick.

Please stay, I gave you the last one
Or leave me in dry land
As always, I’ll figure it out myself.
Chronic fatigue, tired of being sick with you.

I’m so used to being alone
This is emotional violence
Not enough parts
In the constructor of madness.

Only people save someone
To penetrate the head
Only the entrances are walled up
In those concrete barricades.

Gathering together is for fools
the whole venture is hopeless
My pain is my inspiration, where salvation is
urgent therapy.

Please stay, I gave you the last thing
Or leave me in dry land
As always, I’ll figure it out myself
Chronic fatigue, I’m tired of being sick with you.

Please go, I’ve caused so much pain
What a pity that we’re only different
A beautiful thing awaits us both there
A cardiac coma, it’s time to let you go.

Our love without water
like abandoned flowers
Like thoughts in my head
But where to put them.”

Actually, at work. The text contains the words “Gathering together is for fools

the whole venture is hopeless” – this is, in fact, the main plot. When, as if in an “alcoholics anonymous club”, different people gathered. Each of them has their own story, which lies before them.

The text also talks about “Chronic fatigue, tired of being sick with you” – this is, in fact, visualized in a wrapped head. In general, I wanted to get the effect of a “mummy”, but there were not enough bandages, plus even in this form I could barely see anything in the semi-darkness.

Of course, the lines “Our love without water like abandoned flowers” were also visualized in the form of a dried flower. In general, the idea was deeper – in the original work, the flower lay inside the photos with the works. That is, it was meant that the flower dries up without creative inspiration.

Based on HOHLAN – Be Sick of You