The time I was finally able to encounter TZUSOO’s work in person, not just online, at the MMCA.
From the moment the exhibition opened, I was eager to visit—and I finally managed to go last summer. I loved the energy created by the high ceilings and the media display walls dividing the space.
The sound of flowing water around Agarmon and the surrounding soundscape made me feel as if I was being invited into that world.
The meaning of seeing something materialized in physical form still feels profound. To experience in front of my eyes—and through my ears—the works that used to float across online screens was deeply moving and fulfilling.
TZUSOO’s work made me think that art is like a vessel that holds unspoken inner worlds.
The message of the exhibition felt both refreshing and complete.
I feel truly grateful to have been invited into the physical space of an artist I first met on the internet.
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Nov 05, 2025
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Nov 05, 2025
It is now November 2025.
Artist TZUSOO, driven by her desire to become a mother, gave birth to Agarmon into the real world — a being born from the union of agar and moss.
I, too, wish to have a daughter.A daughter as deeply bound to me as I am to my own mother.
It is not a desire for genetic reproduction.
A daughter I could confess to — that I had loved her long before she was born.
Nor is it a desire that seeks someone to love.The one to be loved is already my daughter.
Time passes equally for everyone.
Some people truly carry a baby inside them;some give birth;some grieve the loss of a baby.
Artist TZUSOO also gave birth to Agarmon.
And here I am, filling my cart with discounted goods simply because it’s November.
While postponing my own motherhood,I buy factory-conceived products and give birth to them from storage.
The newborn items are safely delivered to my doorstep.
My friend once said:“You can’t buy a house just by not buying this.”
Since then, I repeat the words like prenatal care, whispering to myself as I shop:“Not buying this won’t make my daughter appear, anyway.”
The time I was finally able to encounter TZUSOO’s work in person, not just online, at the MMCA.
From the moment the exhibition opened, I was eager to visit—and I finally managed to go last summer. I loved the energy created by the high ceilings and the media display walls dividing the space.
The sound of flowing water around Agarmon and the surrounding soundscape made me feel as if I was being invited into that world.
The meaning of seeing something materialized in physical form still feels profound. To experience in front of my eyes—and through my ears—the works that used to float across online screens was deeply moving and fulfilling.
TZUSOO’s work made me think that art is like a vessel that holds unspoken inner worlds.
The message of the exhibition felt both refreshing and complete.
I feel truly grateful to have been invited into the physical space of an artist I first met on the internet.
❤️❤️❤️
It is now November 2025.
Artist TZUSOO, driven by her desire to become a mother, gave birth to Agarmon into the real world — a being born from the union of agar and moss.
I, too, wish to have a daughter.A daughter as deeply bound to me as I am to my own mother.
It is not a desire for genetic reproduction.
A daughter I could confess to — that I had loved her long before she was born.
Nor is it a desire that seeks someone to love.The one to be loved is already my daughter.
Time passes equally for everyone.
Some people truly carry a baby inside them;some give birth;some grieve the loss of a baby.
Artist TZUSOO also gave birth to Agarmon.
And here I am, filling my cart with discounted goods simply because it’s November.
While postponing my own motherhood,I buy factory-conceived products and give birth to them from storage.
The newborn items are safely delivered to my doorstep.
My friend once said:“You can’t buy a house just by not buying this.”
Since then, I repeat the words like prenatal care, whispering to myself as I shop:“Not buying this won’t make my daughter appear, anyway.”
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