Jealousy is mine (질투는 나의것 )
Categories
Creative Direction -Ongoing project
Client
Solo
Project
Jealousy is mine (질투는 나의것 )
Services
Interdisciplinary artist
Year
2026
Everything is mine.
All of it is mine.
Bring me what belongs to you.
Bring me everything you once carried as yours.
All of it is yours.
All of it is mine.
Every pomegranate carries its rotten core.
Why do we expect perfection?
Why are we disappointed when we encounter a flaw?
Is imperfection a reason for exclusion,
or the beginning of understanding?
Perfection is an illusion.
Life is a compound.
Purity and decay.
Logic and contradiction.
Desire.
Everything is mine.
All of it is mine.
Bring me what belongs to you.
Bring me everything you once carried as yours.
All of it is yours.
All of it is mine.
Every pomegranate carries its rotten core.
Why do we expect perfection?
Why are we disappointed when we encounter a flaw?
Is imperfection a reason for exclusion,
or the beginning of understanding?
Perfection is an illusion.
Life is a compound.
Purity and decay.
Logic and contradiction.
Desire.
The most fundamental desire:
To be loved.
The unloved heart.
To love.
The heart that longs to love.
It is the most common human condition,
yet the one we suffer through the most.
The easiest thing to imagine,
and the most difficult to live.
The desire to become better.
The desire to love.
The desire to be loved.
And within it:
Jealousy.
The presence that gnaws continuously at the heart
until it begins to rot.
I will consume it.
I will devour even its existence.
Because it, too, belongs to me.
Jealousy is mine.
The most fundamental desire:
To be loved.
The unloved heart.
To love.
The heart that longs to love.
It is the most common human condition,
yet the one we suffer through the most.
The easiest thing to imagine,
and the most difficult to live.
The desire to become better.
The desire to love.
The desire to be loved.
And within it:
Jealousy.
The presence that gnaws continuously at the heart
until it begins to rot.
I will consume it.
I will devour even its existence.
Because it, too, belongs to me.
Jealousy is mine.
