lee taemin doesn’t just dance, he creates art. his arms swing softly like the swoop of a brush across a canvas, but also attack with sharpness to add infinitely small details with the precision of only a true artist. he doesn’t just perform; he expresses, breathes, feels, and creates art. he paints..but without color, without a canvas, or brush, or easel…he paints with himself. and while the performance lasts only a few minutes…the picture finds a way to stay with everyone who experiences it. i hope he can see the galleries that we all hold…i hope he knows just how beautiful he is.
I'm thirsting for the soldier now this is all your fault