Lynn S.K.

About me:

Text by Jeanne Saint Julien, translation by VV.

Tracks composed by Vx69 (Punish Yourself) here : http://lynnsk.free.fr/son with my work as an inspiration, for my exhibitions
- Glass Mass : composed for the exhibition at the Dark Fest (Bordeaux, january 2009).
- Extracts from Everything is weird (1/2 ; 2/2) : composed for the exhibition at Le Salon (Evian, august 2007).

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Maybe I’m more fragile than you. But I’ll always be prouder. I like self destructive people in movies only- I’ve been poisoned enough. I like nice people. But I prefer heroes - filled with secrets and scars. I like partying, drinking, and being out of my mind ; but I think there’s more to life than having fun. I want to fight. I want to work hard for what I desire. I don’t want things to come to me, I want to take them. I don’t want to be in need of anything, I just want to desire. I don’t believe in ideas, I prefer feelings. I just follow my intuition. I’d rather put some brains in my imagination than a little imagination in my brain.

I like to travel. I like to wake up in another city or country and see him asleep next to me. I like when our life is like a movie – even if most of the time it looks like a sitcom. He’s a nice boy. I’m a nice girl. He hates speaking to people in the street - I like it. We don’t care what you think about us.

I have mostly funny stories to tell, rather than sad ones. Maybe because I’m really dumb when I’m drunk. I don’t like taking things too seriously, but I’m so dramatic. I like people, but I avoid the weirdness of human connections. I like girls, I like beauty. I like shooting girls. I like girls who write, who draw, who shoot movies and pictures – I like heroines. But I like only one boy. Indeed, I’m in love, and his cooking is cool too.

I don’t understand people who try to give a unique sense to everything. I’ve found so many and I’ll find more, again. I’m creating my own form. You know, something like “light”.

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