Big Stannis
Sorting is Three Hundred Studs
My name is VAN, I’m 40 years old and I’m from Vietnam. I’m a artist, I’m performance artist. I’m hire to the people to profile their fantasies, their DEEP. DARK. FANTASIES - to finally sort out all of their parts. I was gonna be a LEGO designer, you know, with modelling and constructing. After the hundred and two additions and small parts, you know, I’m decide and deny, I had enough, when I’m getting to freelance work.
The clients telling a request a lot of… Am… Pieces. So. Im just decide to go, you know, FULL MASTER, and - change my hold-tire house into DUNGEON, I’m DUNGEON MASTER, I with a FULL DUNGEON of cassette-storing boxes for parts in my house, and it’s go very well!
SORTING IS THREE HUNDRED STUDS. And usually I’m have to work hard so that dude really relaxes and easily finds the right parts. I have a SEPARATOR that saved my FINGERS from being permanently STUCK IN DAT PIECES. I use LATEX GLOVE, which stretches all the way to the armpit, so as not to dirty the details once again. It's a long process: putting your hand in there, in a bag with a bunch of half-disassembled kits, but it gives more pleasure to another person, I think for me too. Let it be more difficult physically for your hand, but for some reason it brings more emotions, more feelings between you, you guess together from which sets certain details are, think about their future use in MOCs, remember a series of past years, you know, it's really strange, at the same time I find these sessions quite exhausting.
I don't know, I feel like I'm naked, because I'm looking at myself for the first time, well, not really at myself, at this part of life for the first time - some guy is digging into children's toys. It been harsh, I hadn't thought about it for about three or five years.
Some kind of sadness, I do not know why sadness and because of what...
Sorting is Three Hundred Studs
My name is VAN, I’m 40 years old and I’m from Vietnam. I’m a artist, I’m performance artist. I’m hire to the people to profile their fantasies, their DEEP. DARK. FANTASIES - to finally sort out all of their parts. I was gonna be a LEGO designer, you know, with modelling and constructing. After the hundred and two additions and small parts, you know, I’m decide and deny, I had enough, when I’m getting to freelance work.
The clients telling a request a lot of… Am… Pieces. So. Im just decide to go, you know, FULL MASTER, and - change my hold-tire house into DUNGEON, I’m DUNGEON MASTER, I with a FULL DUNGEON of cassette-storing boxes for parts in my house, and it’s go very well!
SORTING IS THREE HUNDRED STUDS. And usually I’m have to work hard so that dude really relaxes and easily finds the right parts. I have a SEPARATOR that saved my FINGERS from being permanently STUCK IN DAT PIECES. I use LATEX GLOVE, which stretches all the way to the armpit, so as not to dirty the details once again. It's a long process: putting your hand in there, in a bag with a bunch of half-disassembled kits, but it gives more pleasure to another person, I think for me too. Let it be more difficult physically for your hand, but for some reason it brings more emotions, more feelings between you, you guess together from which sets certain details are, think about their future use in MOCs, remember a series of past years, you know, it's really strange, at the same time I find these sessions quite exhausting.
I don't know, I feel like I'm naked, because I'm looking at myself for the first time, well, not really at myself, at this part of life for the first time - some guy is digging into children's toys. It been harsh, I hadn't thought about it for about three or five years.
Some kind of sadness, I do not know why sadness and because of what...