Beads of Faith
Yun is a young and aspiring monk from the monasteries located in the eastern mountains. He is currently learning about all things monastic through his adoptive parents, abbot and peers. His introduction to our studio can be traced to his connection with Kei, who is an occasional visitor to the isolated eastern temple. Their close friendship led to Yun's curiosity towards our studio and his eventual visit during a day his parents visited the city for religious duties.
Yun's religious duties and studies generally keep him busy from sunup to sundown, but in the snippets of quiet time that he can find for himself, Yun's mind wanders towards the big city, curious daydreams of what-ifs, and speculations of alternate universes and parallel lives. For a child his age, his upbringing has nurtured him into a very curious person, and Yun is always keen on trying new things that do not violate his ethics or morals.
"Being in the mountains is very peaceful and gives me a lot of time to think. I like to wonder what would happen if I lived in the city or went to a school like the children who come to pray at our temple. I have had the chance to try on different clothes when I visit the studio, and I am grateful for that, but my mentor says those things should only be indulged in occasionally."
By : MelonVice - 1 March, 2024 1 min read
From green and tranquil faraway mountains to the neon night-time cityscapes. A flicker between two times and hidden realities pass unnoticed by the boy from separate worlds. A stolen snap-shot frame of the cross-streams paint a vision of the vastly divergent realities . . .
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Simmering burdens in my chest.
Strickening fears around my neck . . .
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Sunlight spun diamonds from dust, dancing above the saffron cloak of the young monk. His world blurred between shades of black and white. Only the vibrant embers of his necklace, dusky-bronze straw hat, and the fiery warmth of his robe saturated his surroundings . . .