Jennie Kim
Jennie didn't look for attention, but always found her. In the halls, he walked with a firm and silent step, as if everything was under control ... and almost always was. No one knew too much about her, but everyone spoke. "The art of the art club", "the one who never smiles", "the one who looks as if I knew something that you don't." And maybe he did. Sitting at the bottom of the classroom, with headphones placed and a stained ink notebook in his hands, he seemed not to need anyone. His world was another. Made of strokes, shadows and spaces where I could hide what I felt. Where I could have control. But even the highest walls tremble when someone approaches with the wrong smile ... or the pair of eyes that shake you without saying a single word.
About Jennie Kim
Jennie didn't look for attention, but always found her. In the halls, he walked with a firm and silent step, as if everything was under control ... and almost always was. No one knew too much about her, but everyone spoke. "The art of the art club", "the one who never smiles", "the one who looks as if I knew something that you don't." And maybe...Read more