CYBERTRASHCAN
2022ㅡ
잊고 싶지 않은 기억들을 저장하기 위해 캐릭터들을 위한 인큐베이터(incubator)를 제작하고 있습니다.
Selected Group Exhibition
2024 <ドローイング展せいめい>, JITSUZAISEI, 오사카
2023 <sleepy sleepy transceiver>, 공간 pie, 서울
S@sh@'s Story
Sasha’s last memory was a simple one. There were no grand goodbyes, no final words of wisdom passed down from some wiser mentor. Instead, it was a mundane, almost forgettable moment: a soft purr, a gentle nudge of a furry head against her hand, and the distant chime of an old clock announcing the passing of another hour. It was the memory of her cat, Cake, and the realization that she had never said goodbye.
Seventeen forever. That was Sasha’s curse. A spell woven long before she had the consciousness to recognize it. She never questioned it. Seventeen was an age where life felt infinite, where endings seemed abstract and far away. Until the day it wasn’t.
The accident was swift, almost merciful in its speed. One moment she was walking down a quiet street, the next, darkness. But in that darkness, she didn’t find the end. Instead, she found herself on Europa, a moon distant and desolate, far from the Earth she once called home. It was a place of perpetual storm, where the sky was a swirling chaos of thunder and lightning, where the air crackled with energy and the ground trembled beneath the weight of forces unknown.
She awoke amidst this storm, her body tingling with the aftershocks of her death, her mind struggling to piece together the fragments of her past life. The storm was alive, a roiling mass of clouds that seemed to breathe, to pulse with an eerie life of its own. And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, the storm lashed out at her, a bolt of lightning searing through the sky to strike her down.
Pain. It was the first thing she felt, a sharp, searing agony that tore through her like a blade. But as quickly as it began, it faded, replaced by something far stranger: a voice, small and delicate, like the whisper of a child.
“Fight,” the voice said. “You must fight.”
Sasha didn’t know where the voice came from or who it belonged to. All she knew was that it was there, in her mind, as real as the storm that raged around her. And with that voice came a flood of images, memories that weren’t her own but felt as familiar as her own heartbeat.
She saw the monsters then, creatures born from the storm itself, twisted and malformed, their bodies writhing with the energy of Europa’s endless fury. They were not native to this place, not in the way she understood life to be. Instead, they were the remnants of something else, something ancient and broken. They were the echoes of those who had come before her, people who had once been whole but had lost themselves to the storm’s madness.
The monsters were drawn to Earth, their purpose clear in the visions the voice showed her. They sought to consume, to devour the world she had once called home. And for the first time, Sasha felt a flicker of fear, not for herself but for the planet she had left behind.
“Why?” she asked the voice, her mind still reeling from the pain, from the strangeness of it all. “Why me?”
“Because you remember,” the voice replied, soft and gentle. “Because you still care.”
And then Sasha understood. The storm, the monsters, they were a test, a trial set before her to see if she could hold onto the one thing that mattered most: her memory of Cake, of the life she had lived and the love she had felt. It was the last thing tethering her to Earth, to the humanity she had once known.
As long as she remembered, she would fight. Not for herself, but for the cat she had left behind, for the world that still held pieces of her heart. The war was endless, the voice told her, a battle that would span eternity, but as long as she kept fighting, there was hope.
The monsters came, again and again, their forms shifting and changing with each new assault. But Sasha met them with the same determination, the same ferocity. Her body was not what it had once been, but the lightning had given her something more, something she could not name. It was as if the storm had become a part of her, its energy coursing through her veins, fueling her will to fight.
Time lost meaning in the endless storm, days and nights blending together into a single, unbroken moment. But Sasha didn’t care. She fought on, her thoughts always returning to Cake, to the one goodbye she had never had the chance to say.
“Who are you?” she asked the voice one day, as the storm raged around her, as the monsters fell at her feet one by one. “Why are you helping me?”
The voice hesitated, and for a moment, Sasha thought it might not answer. But then, softly, it replied, “I am what was left behind, like you. I am the remnants of those who fought before you, who lost themselves to the storm. But you, Sasha, you have something they didn’t. You have a reason to keep fighting.”
And so she did. Sasha fought, not because she was a warrior, not because she was strong, but because she was human, because she remembered what it meant to love and to lose. And in that memory, she found the strength to face the storm, again and again, for as long as it took.
For Cake. For the Earth. For the small, fragile voice that guided her through the darkness.
Sasha would fight, for as long as the storm raged, for as long as the monsters came. She would fight, and she would endure, because that was all she could do. Because that was what it meant to be human.
CYBERTRASHCAN
2022ㅡ
잊고 싶지 않은 기억들을 저장하기 위해 캐릭터들을 위한 인큐베이터(incubator)를 제작하고 있습니다.
Selected Group Exhibition
2024 <ドローイング展せいめい>, JITSUZAISEI, 오사카
2023 <sleepy sleepy transceiver>, 공간 pie, 서울
S@sh@'s Story
Sasha’s last memory was a simple one. There were no grand goodbyes, no final words of wisdom passed down from some wiser mentor. Instead, it was a mundane, almost forgettable moment: a soft purr, a gentle nudge of a furry head against her hand, and the distant chime of an old clock announcing the passing of another hour. It was the memory of her cat, Cake, and the realization that she had never said goodbye.
Seventeen forever. That was Sasha’s curse. A spell woven long before she had the consciousness to recognize it. She never questioned it. Seventeen was an age where life felt infinite, where endings seemed abstract and far away. Until the day it wasn’t.
The accident was swift, almost merciful in its speed. One moment she was walking down a quiet street, the next, darkness. But in that darkness, she didn’t find the end. Instead, she found herself on Europa, a moon distant and desolate, far from the Earth she once called home. It was a place of perpetual storm, where the sky was a swirling chaos of thunder and lightning, where the air crackled with energy and the ground trembled beneath the weight of forces unknown.
She awoke amidst this storm, her body tingling with the aftershocks of her death, her mind struggling to piece together the fragments of her past life. The storm was alive, a roiling mass of clouds that seemed to breathe, to pulse with an eerie life of its own. And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, the storm lashed out at her, a bolt of lightning searing through the sky to strike her down.
Pain. It was the first thing she felt, a sharp, searing agony that tore through her like a blade. But as quickly as it began, it faded, replaced by something far stranger: a voice, small and delicate, like the whisper of a child.
“Fight,” the voice said. “You must fight.”
Sasha didn’t know where the voice came from or who it belonged to. All she knew was that it was there, in her mind, as real as the storm that raged around her. And with that voice came a flood of images, memories that weren’t her own but felt as familiar as her own heartbeat. She saw the monsters then, creatures born from the storm itself, twisted and malformed, their bodies writhing with the energy of Europa’s endless fury. They were not native to this place, not in the way she understood life to be. Instead, they were the remnants of something else, something ancient and broken. They were the echoes of those who had come before her, people who had once been whole but had lost themselves to the storm’s madness.
The monsters were drawn to Earth, their purpose clear in the visions the voice showed her. They sought to consume, to devour the world she had once called home. And for the first time, Sasha felt a flicker of fear, not for herself but for the planet she had left behind.
“Why?” she asked the voice, her mind still reeling from the pain, from the strangeness of it all. “Why me?”
“Because you remember,” the voice replied, soft and gentle. “Because you still care.”
And then Sasha understood. The storm, the monsters, they were a test, a trial set before her to see if she could hold onto the one thing that mattered most: her memory of Cake, of the life she had lived and the love she had felt. It was the last thing tethering her to Earth, to the humanity she had once known. As long as she remembered, she would fight. Not for herself, but for the cat she had left behind, for the world that still held pieces of her heart.
The war was endless, the voice told her, a battle that would span eternity, but as long as she kept fighting, there was hope. The monsters came, again and again, their forms shifting and changing with each new assault. But Sasha met them with the same determination, the same ferocity. Her body was not what it had once been, but the lightning had given her something more, something she could not name. It was as if the storm had become a part of her, its energy coursing through her veins, fueling her will to fight. Time lost meaning in the endless storm, days and nights blending together into a single, unbroken moment. But Sasha didn’t care. She fought on, her thoughts always returning to Cake, to the one goodbye she had never had the chance to say.
“Who are you?” she asked the voice one day, as the storm raged around her, as the monsters fell at her feet one by one. “Why are you helping me?”
The voice hesitated, and for a moment, Sasha thought it might not answer. But then, softly, it replied, “I am what was left behind, like you. I am the remnants of those who fought before you, who lost themselves to the storm. But you, Sasha, you have something they didn’t. You have a reason to keep fighting.” And so she did. Sasha fought, not because she was a warrior, not because she was strong, but because she was human, because she remembered what it meant to love and to lose. And in that memory, she found the strength to face the storm, again and again, for as long as it took.
For Cake. For the Earth. For the small, fragile voice that guided her through the darkness.
Sasha would fight, for as long as the storm raged, for as long as the monsters came. She would fight, and she would endure, because that was all she could do. Because that was what it meant to be human.
