Lane Shi | Otay:onii
Troubadour / Sound
Installation Performer
末日孩儿 |八幅画的游戏
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STORY OF THE 8 PAINTINGS ––––
The end of the world comes, however not to pave this world with grey and terror, but to find the last drip of pure emotion and give the colors back to earth--
The world crumbles into chaos of collapsing landscape, burning natures, unprepared despair in human minds, betrays in subversive horizontal scale of a family, bodies are glimpses of flare, love as ephemeral peak of emotions swinging elegy in the wind, last words the hope in helpless hand that there to cradle, all broke inside the fountain of what we had become and now ashes we remain to be untouched.
1. Sea monster finally reveals his existence for the first time as well as the last, a greeting but yet a goodbye to earthlings;
2. tree struggles to get out of the earth atmosphere, a human tries to grip on its branch as his will is firmed to hope;
3. at the other corner of the atmosphere is the face of a human burning to ash slowly, he gives out his last deliberation;
4. human curses and squander form into a large tumor, gushing out lava beneath the sea monster, yet the last stump stands still as he is not afraid of death again;
5. volcano has sent its last wish and the song bird brought the good news: "we find it, we find it, look!" ;
6. A lost child curls up like he/she/it is now back in the womb, closing eyes and ready to be gone with this world, a drip of tear flows down his/her/its right eye;
7. it passes the ashed ground, rivers through rivers, broken hearts to hearts;
8. until it gets home.
HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME ––––
-The one who finds the paintings in 8 different countries Lane is traveling to in this 8 years and put them together, will receive this album that contains the 8-year production of this song.
-Traces will be given in between these 8 years here on the page.
Traces so far: 0 (Update soon)
" To all those lost daughters and sons, one day, your lost hands will be hold again."
" Mine, too."
Nightmare
Nightmare
Creep way too far
To the deepest side of my heart
Nightmare nightmare
Kissing me too hard
Till it marks an sincere scar
And it flows better flows apart
To the deepest side of my heart
A wu a wu
Nightmare
Nightmare
Creep way too far
To the deepest side of my heart
Nightmare nightmare
Kissing me too hard
Till it marks an insane scar
And it flows better flows apart
Till you see the Howard crowed
And you will see the coward home
A wu A wu