The Loneliest Firsts
The longest road I’ve takenisn’t the roadI ever wanted to take.Having to drive to the cemeterywhen I want to talkrenders me speechless.I first realized my life would never be the same when I woke up...came downstairs...didn’t see you on the couch...didn’t hear you say good morning...didn’t know how the plants were doing until I checked on them myself.The second first came when I wanted potatoes...
Connection
I originally intended for this painting to commemorate loneliness by depicting myself as a bystander to interactions, to be a meditation on the experience of isolation. As I added paint, however, I found myself increasingly integrated with the work’s figures, leading me to reconsider this piece as a reflection of how connection and intimacy influence one's perspective.
Insomnio
This is a visual story. The story of a Doctor who escaped from the Spanish police and started a new life in Edinburgh as an artist. But nightmares from his past will take his life to the point where he does not know if he is awake of dreaming. The final series is made of 20 pictures followed by a text under each picture, the diary he writes during the process. Each dream has a main colour. Bl...
12.05.20
I’m thinking it through, making some changes for me My head feels so much lighter, not foggy anymore, now that you’re not a whoreI want to be there, I want to be there, I want to be there, or anywhere Should I move away or should I stay right here, maybe just a few more yearsAnd when I sleep at night, would I feel alright knowing you’re mine Tell me what to do, would someone tell me what the he...
Opus
He and I We invariably decay, From too much infatuation. It’s the pedigree you pay for loving the absolute lariat, who’s contemplative, pensive and glorious, above. Leaves you for days, to not consider, or shunEvery move is spoken clear,get better and climb the rudder’s rear so that you can fall down the steps. We, don’t side with anotherHold a hunk of him, always near The tranche, hidden unde...
Muscle Memory
How long will I remember you?For as long as I open the cupboard beside the one with the cups, because that’s where they were first.For as long as I start to give people my old home phone number, because that’s what it was first. For as long as I punch in the old code to my voicemail, because that’s what it was first. For as long as people ask the question,“Who did you love first?”Because you we...
Loneliness
It's not easy to get noticed, but some of us could just look around one day and the bright side of a grey day appears right away.
Patience and Perseverance
When I was younger I used to go sailingOut on bray lake into the nature reserveThe birds didn't mind that I wasn't one of themI drifted past on my fyberglass raftAnd they barely blinked an eyeThis one time I was in a 12 hour raceWe had to keep moving otherwise the wind would catch us, and take us up streamWell I was young and inexperienced and didn't know how to watch for the changes in the bre...
"alonely," a short documentary on depression and isolation in college students
I created this short documentary inspired by my own experiences to show the other, lonelier, side of college life and the human experience. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tv34Wq8iYMs&t=1s
The Origin of an Apparition, or the Story of a True Passion
ALEXANDER KAN
The Origin of an Apparition, or the Story of a True Passion
I am convinced that God is love; such a thought
has a basic, lyrical truth for me. When it exists
for me in reality, I am happy beyond words.
When it is absen...
i am conflicted about closed spaces.
clueless and sullen broken strings of a ukulele tousled across the exposed sound-hole of its wooden body.clueless, because they don't know where else to go.enters I, into itslumbering in a cucumber chamber wary of-ten sang songs.*where he.the walls don't murmur of the discordant ensemble of an inspired tune. where are the songs, cut off my ears already.i now sit inside the carcass of an abando...
First Light
That potent sense of disconnectIt follows him, or so he suspectsYou see, no where's ever felt like homeAs hard as he's tried to call it his ownInfinite delirious morningsHe'll find himself on that window-ledgeThoughts soundtracked by a choir of yearningsTaking a first light walk along the edgeHe tries to fix it, with drunken nights and blurry eyesWith crushing crowds and every elixir offered by...