we'll heal together fix ourselves from the truth the long dark corridor that hides our most private custodies the child within us that screams at the world for not paying attention for being so sunstruck for allowing what we fear to be all we know while we sit calmly in a dream of fire and wrath that holds us like a demon in servitude of its addict the watch dial on the back of my left glove is missing i heard it grew legs and went running through the city only to be the victim of a hit-and-run one hand was completely separated from the other at night we'll sneak through our city knowing we can never hide what's inside us it will always find the light turning our masks into old asian relics worn by shamans in rituals for raising the dead how i wish to hold your fears in dance of my ritual obliterate them in a kit of knives • you my love need rest you need to find these horrific veins that pull you from your nervous system that drape your inches of thought into years and laugh them into recovery you need not only heal but be freed from a world that does not deserve you hell only has victims and that — you are not you are the wonder that life offers the gift that has remarkably skirmished its troubled soul to be better for those that can't be for themselves you have a heart that is filled in burns through the trepidation of its own beat you are a dream inside a dream and though you run through the city that's shaped you like a maze between train cars in a rail yard bolt cutter in one hand spray paint in the other writing story after story about salvation love and leviathans yours or anothers you know this dream will end and you'll wake better looking back and realizing that against you under the weight of a thousand moons you've learned how insignificant it all really was and how the greatest dance in life was bubbling this entire time just outside the nightmare it pretended to be • the city is a graveyard when your words reach an arctic depth into me how can i not love you— to have falsely been mistaken but what wasn't: the lesser part of me that told a lie now i wander these streets looking for your name and because i don't see it or refuse to believe it i'll paint the entire town with your image repeat and repeating turn a once vapid city alive with your distinct patterns that echo the things that make you extraordinary— not your beauty or some warrior-like goddess that plays pretend and wears a coat of armor to protect herself from all the bad (and good) in the world but your ambivalence to the truth your gentle spirit that loves the creatures that forge we don't have the answers and the sooner we arrive at this conclusion by the hands of what may the sooner we let it go for what's there can no longer hurt us • you are different i love you wholly for that and i will be here by your side in all our blinking moments in the times you hate me the fragments you desire the burning abyss to your demand when your tears become so heavy the ocean has no space to left i will cloth my entire head white like a gypsy so as not to be seen i will hide my artificial self my metal my innr wrkngs the things that make me indestructible perfect for the machine world ahead i will drown myself in liquid aerosol until i emerge as the dream you love the love you admire the admiration you wish anew i will hide myself but only for you and when i am done the entire city will know of your beauty i will make sure of it i will tell the story you cannot the you you know as yourself and in the end they will see your chrysalis heart but i will never tell your secrets those are ours to keep and yours to hold i would ask for death before ever betraying you for if ever i must i would instead go deep into the aokigahara forest spray all of me brown/green make my limbs go numb and let the earth swallow me from there we'll meet in the next life • at the height of our icebergs once we are confidently renewed or enough so we're able to face the world we'll stumble at the assumption that we've been lying to ourselves all along knowing we were telling ourselves it was true to not be so angry to not be so human in our reply to not become so blind to these things we invariably hate that we ourselves blindly become them to know that our real troubles permeate in the mind of our current's past to learn that our anxieties infiltrate a distortion of our future's present no we will never know we will never know we will never know if we're ready to begin living again and that's what makes it perfect it is this the moment we share infinitely at once in the gravity of being as it allows us to pass and in this we shall find what life we have left freed from the shackles of our former selves by LORIN DREXLER
Victorien Liria, alias Maye, was born in Sète in 1990. Passionate about drawing, he first spoke in the streets of Montpellier with graffiti, where he developed research around lettering since 2004. Influenced by the local scene, he takes advantage of each meeting to continue his learning and succeeds in finding a place among his peers. His determination and talent allow him to quickly improve on the walls.
Self-taught in painting, Maye went from wall to canvas in 2013. He works on these two practices in a complementary way. Painting on canvas allows him to use the experiments he has developed on ephemeral supports and begin to build his work in a sustainable way. Unlike the wall, the canvas being made to last, he takes the opportunity to display his taste for detail and narration.
His work on canvas makes us travel through allegorical scenes; inspired by his personal experiences, his memories, and nourished by his imagination. Perfectionist, Maye likes to play with the depth of the image, and the effects of light and materials to create landscapes where nature comes to cover the ruins of a futuristic world. The confrontation between technology and lush vegetation reminds us of the fragility of the relationship between man and nature.
What is Gen Society?
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