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there’s something about the community archival form that meets me deeply. a story shared directly to me — whisking me into a larger conversation.

we archive so we remember. to commune through time and space, to find kin. to keep a genealogy, a micro queer history: the ways we tried, lived, resisted, played, expanded, dreamed.

<queer life / drawing> is a photo-research project emerging from the queer life drawing community, on being seen, on seeing deeply ~~ rooted in queer life drawing community’s thoughts & sara ahmed’s queer phenomenology & luce irigay’s <i love to you> as points of departure

queer seeing, beyond the form; inherently holding room for instability and expansion; and as an act of care. some sketches of queer lives in singapore, at a moment in time.

💥 available at @printedmatterinc @doyoureadme_berlin @silversprocket @shrub.0128 @objectifscentre @deck_sg

🌱 thoughts, drawings, and modeling from:

mischa (@puppysfool)
sonia (@soniakwek)
daxa (@haldihoney)
min (@soupysoups)
xiao ting (@blublops)
guang (@hongerootooties)
esther (@douchebagbobo)
and other anonymous collaborators

special thanks to our amazing collage designer @likefireatsea, and @hongerootooties for writing an essay on the QLD space that inspired the foundations of this project.

and @deck_sg for their support on this project through the Associate Creative Programme!

there’s something about the community archival form that meets me deeply. a story shared directly to me — whisking me into a larger conversation.

we archive so we remember. to commune through time and space, to find kin. to keep a genealogy, a micro queer history: the ways we tried, lived, resisted, played, expanded, dreamed.

<queer life / drawing> is a photo-research project emerging from the queer life drawing community, on being seen, on seeing deeply ~~ rooted in queer life drawing community’s thoughts & sara ahmed’s queer phenomenology & luce irigay’s <i love to you> as points of departure

queer seeing, beyond the form; inherently holding room for instability and expansion; and as an act of care. some sketches of queer lives in singapore, at a moment in time.

💥 available at @printedmatterinc @doyoureadme_berlin @silversprocket @shrub.0128 @objectifscentre @deck_sg

🌱 thoughts, drawings, and modeling from:

mischa (@puppysfool)
sonia (@soniakwek)
daxa (@haldihoney)
min (@soupysoups)
xiao ting (@blublops)
guang (@hongerootooties)
esther (@douchebagbobo)
and other anonymous collaborators

special thanks to our amazing collage designer @likefireatsea, and @hongerootooties for writing an essay on the QLD space that inspired the foundations of this project.

and @deck_sg for their support on this project through the Associate Creative Programme!

there’s something about the community archival form that meets me deeply. a story shared directly to me — whisking me into a larger conversation.

we archive so we remember. to commune through time and space, to find kin. to keep a genealogy, a micro queer history: the ways we tried, lived, resisted, played, expanded, dreamed.

<queer life / drawing> is a photo-research project emerging from the queer life drawing community, on being seen, on seeing deeply ~~ rooted in queer life drawing community’s thoughts & sara ahmed’s queer phenomenology & luce irigay’s <i love to you> as points of departure

queer seeing, beyond the form; inherently holding room for instability and expansion; and as an act of care. some sketches of queer lives in singapore, at a moment in time.

💥 available at @printedmatterinc @doyoureadme_berlin @silversprocket @shrub.0128 @objectifscentre @deck_sg

🌱 thoughts, drawings, and modeling from:

mischa (@puppysfool)
sonia (@soniakwek)
daxa (@haldihoney)
min (@soupysoups)
xiao ting (@blublops)
guang (@hongerootooties)
esther (@douchebagbobo)
and other anonymous collaborators

special thanks to our amazing collage designer @likefireatsea, and @hongerootooties for writing an essay on the QLD space that inspired the foundations of this project.

and @deck_sg for their support on this project through the Associate Creative Programme!

there’s something about the community archival form that meets me deeply. a story shared directly to me — whisking me into a larger conversation.

we archive so we remember. to commune through time and space, to find kin. to keep a genealogy, a micro queer history: the ways we tried, lived, resisted, played, expanded, dreamed.

<queer life / drawing> is a photo-research project emerging from the queer life drawing community, on being seen, on seeing deeply ~~ rooted in queer life drawing community’s thoughts & sara ahmed’s queer phenomenology & luce irigay’s <i love to you> as points of departure

queer seeing, beyond the form; inherently holding room for instability and expansion; and as an act of care. some sketches of queer lives in singapore, at a moment in time.

💥 available at @printedmatterinc @doyoureadme_berlin @silversprocket @shrub.0128 @objectifscentre @deck_sg

🌱 thoughts, drawings, and modeling from:

mischa (@puppysfool)
sonia (@soniakwek)
daxa (@haldihoney)
min (@soupysoups)
xiao ting (@blublops)
guang (@hongerootooties)
esther (@douchebagbobo)
and other anonymous collaborators

special thanks to our amazing collage designer @likefireatsea, and @hongerootooties for writing an essay on the QLD space that inspired the foundations of this project.

and @deck_sg for their support on this project through the Associate Creative Programme!

there’s something about the community archival form that meets me deeply. a story shared directly to me — whisking me into a larger conversation.

we archive so we remember. to commune through time and space, to find kin. to keep a genealogy, a micro queer history: the ways we tried, lived, resisted, played, expanded, dreamed.

<queer life / drawing> is a photo-research project emerging from the queer life drawing community, on being seen, on seeing deeply ~~ rooted in queer life drawing community’s thoughts & sara ahmed’s queer phenomenology & luce irigay’s <i love to you> as points of departure

queer seeing, beyond the form; inherently holding room for instability and expansion; and as an act of care. some sketches of queer lives in singapore, at a moment in time.

💥 available at @printedmatterinc @doyoureadme_berlin @silversprocket @shrub.0128 @objectifscentre @deck_sg

🌱 thoughts, drawings, and modeling from:

mischa (@puppysfool)
sonia (@soniakwek)
daxa (@haldihoney)
min (@soupysoups)
xiao ting (@blublops)
guang (@hongerootooties)
esther (@douchebagbobo)
and other anonymous collaborators

special thanks to our amazing collage designer @likefireatsea, and @hongerootooties for writing an essay on the QLD space that inspired the foundations of this project.

and @deck_sg for their support on this project through the Associate Creative Programme!

there’s something about the community archival form that meets me deeply. a story shared directly to me — whisking me into a larger conversation.

we archive so we remember. to commune through time and space, to find kin. to keep a genealogy, a micro queer history: the ways we tried, lived, resisted, played, expanded, dreamed.

<queer life / drawing> is a photo-research project emerging from the queer life drawing community, on being seen, on seeing deeply ~~ rooted in queer life drawing community’s thoughts & sara ahmed’s queer phenomenology & luce irigay’s <i love to you> as points of departure

queer seeing, beyond the form; inherently holding room for instability and expansion; and as an act of care. some sketches of queer lives in singapore, at a moment in time.

💥 available at @printedmatterinc @doyoureadme_berlin @silversprocket @shrub.0128 @objectifscentre @deck_sg

🌱 thoughts, drawings, and modeling from:

mischa (@puppysfool)
sonia (@soniakwek)
daxa (@haldihoney)
min (@soupysoups)
xiao ting (@blublops)
guang (@hongerootooties)
esther (@douchebagbobo)
and other anonymous collaborators

special thanks to our amazing collage designer @likefireatsea, and @hongerootooties for writing an essay on the QLD space that inspired the foundations of this project.

and @deck_sg for their support on this project through the Associate Creative Programme!

there’s something about the community archival form that meets me deeply. a story shared directly to me — whisking me into a larger conversation.

we archive so we remember. to commune through time and space, to find kin. to keep a genealogy, a micro queer history: the ways we tried, lived, resisted, played, expanded, dreamed.

<queer life / drawing> is a photo-research project emerging from the queer life drawing community, on being seen, on seeing deeply ~~ rooted in queer life drawing community’s thoughts & sara ahmed’s queer phenomenology & luce irigay’s <i love to you> as points of departure

queer seeing, beyond the form; inherently holding room for instability and expansion; and as an act of care. some sketches of queer lives in singapore, at a moment in time.

💥 available at @printedmatterinc @doyoureadme_berlin @silversprocket @shrub.0128 @objectifscentre @deck_sg

🌱 thoughts, drawings, and modeling from:

mischa (@puppysfool)
sonia (@soniakwek)
daxa (@haldihoney)
min (@soupysoups)
xiao ting (@blublops)
guang (@hongerootooties)
esther (@douchebagbobo)
and other anonymous collaborators

special thanks to our amazing collage designer @likefireatsea, and @hongerootooties for writing an essay on the QLD space that inspired the foundations of this project.

and @deck_sg for their support on this project through the Associate Creative Programme!

<amniotic aquarium>; agar jelly with japanese knotweed roots, plastic, inkjet print

“… I feel tempted to say, a cyborg conception of water — water as social and presocial, water as companion technology.

The hydrofemenist Astrida Neimanis paraphrases it like this: <if we are all watery, then we all harbour the potential of watery gestationality>.”

- Amniotechnics by Sophie Lewis

<amniotic aquarium>; agar jelly with japanese knotweed roots, plastic, inkjet print

“… I feel tempted to say, a cyborg conception of water — water as social and presocial, water as companion technology.

The hydrofemenist Astrida Neimanis paraphrases it like this: <if we are all watery, then we all harbour the potential of watery gestationality>.”

- Amniotechnics by Sophie Lewis

<amniotic aquarium>; agar jelly with japanese knotweed roots, plastic, inkjet print

“… I feel tempted to say, a cyborg conception of water — water as social and presocial, water as companion technology.

The hydrofemenist Astrida Neimanis paraphrases it like this: <if we are all watery, then we all harbour the potential of watery gestationality>.”

- Amniotechnics by Sophie Lewis

<amniotic aquarium>; agar jelly with japanese knotweed roots, plastic, inkjet print

“… I feel tempted to say, a cyborg conception of water — water as social and presocial, water as companion technology.

The hydrofemenist Astrida Neimanis paraphrases it like this: <if we are all watery, then we all harbour the potential of watery gestationality>.”

- Amniotechnics by Sophie Lewis

<amniotic aquarium>; agar jelly with japanese knotweed roots, plastic, inkjet print

“… I feel tempted to say, a cyborg conception of water — water as social and presocial, water as companion technology.

The hydrofemenist Astrida Neimanis paraphrases it like this: <if we are all watery, then we all harbour the potential of watery gestationality>.”

- Amniotechnics by Sophie Lewis

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

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[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

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[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

Thank you to everyone who made Tel0genesis happen! It always takes more than a village, time, and labour of love to make our big productions happen and we couldn’t have done it without everyone involved.

Special thank you to our Bussy Temple community who have waited patiently for our return to Singapore. It was heartwarming to see many familiar faces and exciting to see more new ones. We are all growing together and have felt the warmth even more this time.

Your continued trust and support keeps us going even when things get hard.

Until next time! 🤍

—————-
[EDIT]
Not mentioned in the post are also all our Front of House angels Anthea @eq_q7 , Aarti @aarti_paartiii , Gianna @gi.annachun , Ants @boyological , Mina @milk_teath , Shehryar

+ Bar bbys Myles @rustyseawolf & Maria @halloweentrash

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀᴅᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴍꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ,

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙʀᴀɴᴇꜱ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴ?

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Bussy Temple presents 𝑻𝒆𝒍0𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔— a rave in two arcs.

Following our year-long residency, we return in venue collaboration with T:>Works @tworkssg, transforming the black box theatre space to explore the bardo and fallacies of utopias.

𝚊𝚛𝚌.𝟷_𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙻𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 (Pre-rave, 24 March)
Tea Ceremony & Performance Lecture with Elizabeth Gabrielle Lee

𝚊𝚛𝚌.𝟸_𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 (Rave, 28 March)
DJ & Hybrid Live Sets, Performance Art,Installations

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Tickets sales and announcement this Sunday.

poster by @chilisweetie

Thinking about jelly recently

Thinking about jelly recently

han kang’s tree take 2

a refusal through a disfiguration - a disappearance - a oneness - an abject rootedness

1. silver gelatin print
2. assemblage with twigs, twine, paper, meok (korean ink), inkjet print

han kang’s tree take 2

a refusal through a disfiguration - a disappearance - a oneness - an abject rootedness

1. silver gelatin print
2. assemblage with twigs, twine, paper, meok (korean ink), inkjet print

WIP snippets of my long term project ~

on the vitality and rhythm of non-human subjectivities & the generative acts of translation between us

the poetics, a gesture of the encounter, vs. an impulse for capture ~ rigid classification

WIP snippets of my long term project ~

on the vitality and rhythm of non-human subjectivities & the generative acts of translation between us

the poetics, a gesture of the encounter, vs. an impulse for capture ~ rigid classification

WIP snippets of my long term project ~

on the vitality and rhythm of non-human subjectivities & the generative acts of translation between us

the poetics, a gesture of the encounter, vs. an impulse for capture ~ rigid classification

aarti in light

aarti in light

I’ll be at @nyqzf sat oct 11, 11-5pm
208 W 13 St NY :)

ft zines from my loved ones from singapore <3

we talk about the conceits of the (dis)abled body — care time as quality time. marching to the beat of a self-sufficient-generative-productive machine. crumbling under your own contradictions.

we explore stories told through things left in the wake of: wrinkled concrete and blooming flesh. speaking and listening sideways, because ive lost the words, because im scared to translate them.

we witness energy to caress them into drawings. queer seeing: like planktons floating, rather than information to digest and organize.

… strange changes writhing & sprouting within !

I’ll be at @nyqzf sat oct 11, 11-5pm
208 W 13 St NY :)

ft zines from my loved ones from singapore <3

we talk about the conceits of the (dis)abled body — care time as quality time. marching to the beat of a self-sufficient-generative-productive machine. crumbling under your own contradictions.

we explore stories told through things left in the wake of: wrinkled concrete and blooming flesh. speaking and listening sideways, because ive lost the words, because im scared to translate them.

we witness energy to caress them into drawings. queer seeing: like planktons floating, rather than information to digest and organize.

… strange changes writhing & sprouting within !

I’ll be at @nyqzf sat oct 11, 11-5pm
208 W 13 St NY :)

ft zines from my loved ones from singapore <3

we talk about the conceits of the (dis)abled body — care time as quality time. marching to the beat of a self-sufficient-generative-productive machine. crumbling under your own contradictions.

we explore stories told through things left in the wake of: wrinkled concrete and blooming flesh. speaking and listening sideways, because ive lost the words, because im scared to translate them.

we witness energy to caress them into drawings. queer seeing: like planktons floating, rather than information to digest and organize.

… strange changes writhing & sprouting within !

I’ll be at @nyqzf sat oct 11, 11-5pm
208 W 13 St NY :)

ft zines from my loved ones from singapore <3

we talk about the conceits of the (dis)abled body — care time as quality time. marching to the beat of a self-sufficient-generative-productive machine. crumbling under your own contradictions.

we explore stories told through things left in the wake of: wrinkled concrete and blooming flesh. speaking and listening sideways, because ive lost the words, because im scared to translate them.

we witness energy to caress them into drawings. queer seeing: like planktons floating, rather than information to digest and organize.

… strange changes writhing & sprouting within !

I’ll be at @nyqzf sat oct 11, 11-5pm
208 W 13 St NY :)

ft zines from my loved ones from singapore <3

we talk about the conceits of the (dis)abled body — care time as quality time. marching to the beat of a self-sufficient-generative-productive machine. crumbling under your own contradictions.

we explore stories told through things left in the wake of: wrinkled concrete and blooming flesh. speaking and listening sideways, because ive lost the words, because im scared to translate them.

we witness energy to caress them into drawings. queer seeing: like planktons floating, rather than information to digest and organize.

… strange changes writhing & sprouting within !

Unknownnipple x Bussy Temple
찌찌파티가 오래 기다려온 콜라보를 공개합니다.(♧)(♧)

싱가포르 퀴어 레이브 콜렉티브 부시템플 (@bussytemple)의 공동설립자이자 구-룸메이트 지논 (@metamoksha)과 민수 (@mintskaa)는 버려진 터널 속 작은 파티로 시작해, 현재는 아시안 언더그라운드 생태계를 이끌고 있습니다.

파티 직전 함께 둘러 앉아, 부시템플이 어떻게 정상성에 맞서는 저항이자 젠더 유포리아를 위한 수단으로서의 레이브를 만들어가고 있는지 이야기합니다. 이번 만남이 아시아 퀴어 콜렉티브가 연결되는 느슨한 공동체의 시작이 되기를 기대합니다.

⊙ 일시 | 9/20 파티 당일 / 20:30~22:00
* 22:00시 도어 오픈
⊙ 참여 | Bussy Temple 공동설립자 Zenon, 민수
⊙ 인원 | 파티 신청자 중 선착순 30명
⊙ 신청 | 프로필 링크의 파티 신청 폼을 통해 접수

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찌찌파티가 오래 기다려온 콜라보를 공개합니다.(♧)(♧)

싱가포르 퀴어 레이브 콜렉티브 부시템플 (@bussytemple)의 공동설립자이자 구-룸메이트 지논 (@metamoksha)과 민수 (@mintskaa)는 버려진 터널 속 작은 파티로 시작해, 현재는 아시안 언더그라운드 생태계를 이끌고 있습니다.

파티 직전 함께 둘러 앉아, 부시템플이 어떻게 정상성에 맞서는 저항이자 젠더 유포리아를 위한 수단으로서의 레이브를 만들어가고 있는지 이야기합니다. 이번 만남이 아시아 퀴어 콜렉티브가 연결되는 느슨한 공동체의 시작이 되기를 기대합니다.

⊙ 일시 | 9/20 파티 당일 / 20:30~22:00
* 22:00시 도어 오픈
⊙ 참여 | Bussy Temple 공동설립자 Zenon, 민수
⊙ 인원 | 파티 신청자 중 선착순 30명
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* 본 행사는 비온뒤무지개재단 이반시티퀴어문화기금사업의 지원을 받아 진행됩니다.
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Unknownnipple x Bussy Temple
찌찌파티가 오래 기다려온 콜라보를 공개합니다.(♧)(♧)

싱가포르 퀴어 레이브 콜렉티브 부시템플 (@bussytemple)의 공동설립자이자 구-룸메이트 지논 (@metamoksha)과 민수 (@mintskaa)는 버려진 터널 속 작은 파티로 시작해, 현재는 아시안 언더그라운드 생태계를 이끌고 있습니다.

파티 직전 함께 둘러 앉아, 부시템플이 어떻게 정상성에 맞서는 저항이자 젠더 유포리아를 위한 수단으로서의 레이브를 만들어가고 있는지 이야기합니다. 이번 만남이 아시아 퀴어 콜렉티브가 연결되는 느슨한 공동체의 시작이 되기를 기대합니다.

⊙ 일시 | 9/20 파티 당일 / 20:30~22:00
* 22:00시 도어 오픈
⊙ 참여 | Bussy Temple 공동설립자 Zenon, 민수
⊙ 인원 | 파티 신청자 중 선착순 30명
⊙ 신청 | 프로필 링크의 파티 신청 폼을 통해 접수

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Unknownnipple x Bussy Temple
찌찌파티가 오래 기다려온 콜라보를 공개합니다.(♧)(♧)

싱가포르 퀴어 레이브 콜렉티브 부시템플 (@bussytemple)의 공동설립자이자 구-룸메이트 지논 (@metamoksha)과 민수 (@mintskaa)는 버려진 터널 속 작은 파티로 시작해, 현재는 아시안 언더그라운드 생태계를 이끌고 있습니다.

파티 직전 함께 둘러 앉아, 부시템플이 어떻게 정상성에 맞서는 저항이자 젠더 유포리아를 위한 수단으로서의 레이브를 만들어가고 있는지 이야기합니다. 이번 만남이 아시아 퀴어 콜렉티브가 연결되는 느슨한 공동체의 시작이 되기를 기대합니다.

⊙ 일시 | 9/20 파티 당일 / 20:30~22:00
* 22:00시 도어 오픈
⊙ 참여 | Bussy Temple 공동설립자 Zenon, 민수
⊙ 인원 | 파티 신청자 중 선착순 30명
⊙ 신청 | 프로필 링크의 파티 신청 폼을 통해 접수

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Unknownnipple x Bussy Temple
찌찌파티가 오래 기다려온 콜라보를 공개합니다.(♧)(♧)

싱가포르 퀴어 레이브 콜렉티브 부시템플 (@bussytemple)의 공동설립자이자 구-룸메이트 지논 (@metamoksha)과 민수 (@mintskaa)는 버려진 터널 속 작은 파티로 시작해, 현재는 아시안 언더그라운드 생태계를 이끌고 있습니다.

파티 직전 함께 둘러 앉아, 부시템플이 어떻게 정상성에 맞서는 저항이자 젠더 유포리아를 위한 수단으로서의 레이브를 만들어가고 있는지 이야기합니다. 이번 만남이 아시아 퀴어 콜렉티브가 연결되는 느슨한 공동체의 시작이 되기를 기대합니다.

⊙ 일시 | 9/20 파티 당일 / 20:30~22:00
* 22:00시 도어 오픈
⊙ 참여 | Bussy Temple 공동설립자 Zenon, 민수
⊙ 인원 | 파티 신청자 중 선착순 30명
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───── 𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶 ͙̇𓆩꙰𓆪͙̇
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───── 𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶 ͙̇𓆩꙰𓆪͙̇ 𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶 ─────

𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 > 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠
𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 > 𝓮𝓧𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 > 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔
𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 > 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑚
𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 > 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴
𝒄𝒐-𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 > 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

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animation by: @metamoksha

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase

I got off the bus to Chiang Mai — the one I booked impromptu — for the halfway rest stop at 11:58PM, 31/12/24. I run to the little space next to the shitter, which opened out into a field where fireworks embroidered the expanding dark.

the bus puked me out to a 7am new years day chiang mai. sleepy and delirious, I hike up to a temple. I perch on a rock to watch butterflies dance further up than I knew they could fly. I skip down the mountain, trusting where my feet intuitively wanted to fly for some possessed hours. I meditate in the temple, feel sunshine on my skin. I continue to think about faith, the kind that inspires you to commit baselessly, stupidly, steadfastly, day in day out.

my new years resolution is to become the butterflies I saw on my hike, frolicking near the trees in that clearing in the mountain, flowing in aching colours !

as the years go on, it feels harder to be permeable, 100% sensitivity, all eyes and open to drink it all in.. how to hold that space, strong enough to believe in coming & going, without fears of tainting.. but butterflies, lakes, trees do it. they remind me that this is it, this is all there is, no more rush to chase