The Cyborg Wedding
We are Swedish oil painter Agnes Hjalmarsson and musician Andy Yeo, the artist/influencer duo Cyborgs Making Out. Our collaborative practice explores identity, cultural in-betweenness and belonging through painting, photography, music, sound and installation. The way we make art has always been inseparable from the way we live, so when we got married, we celebrated in the only way that felt true to us.
Rather than following a traditional wedding formula, we created a celebration that reflected our artistry and shared experiences as third-culture artists with Chinese, Korean and Swedish influences, honouring where we come from while embracing the freedom to create traditions of our own.
Wedding Gallery
Our personal ceremony was held outside nearby the couple's neighbourhood. The aisle was a steep hill, surrounded by bushes, and the bride walked down wearing a modernized Hanbok (Korean folk dress) tailor made in Seoul and the groom was wearing a Japanese vintage tuxedo.
The reception and party was held in a simple Folkets hus, each guest received an original oil portrait, the venue was filled with Agnes´ paintings of the couple and full of performances, most notably an original song written by the groom. The decorations and traditions paid homage to the couple's Chinese and Korean roots while still embodying the "Third Culture" concept running throuh "Cyborgs Making Out.
"The Cyborg Wedding" - Music and Lyrics by Andy Yeo
Torn like leaves
Now I can see beneath
Your feathered suit
The machine
Conductive failures
Short circuit tears
sparks in cables
that tear and wear
Exploded parts through ripped up seams
How her wires jolt and her silver sheens
junkyard empress, her majesty
she’s a cyborg just like me
We walk through fields
and acid trails
programmed to feel
love and pain
We believe
the prophecy
When two androids meet
it always rains
Apocalypse, the robot dreams
The Rapture’s coming the psychic screams
somewhere there’s just you and me
A cyborg wedding and a slot machine
Walls they build
Concrete seals
as we wait to speak
the words that heal
Then I pierced your heart with the words I drew
From the sheath of the silence I held onto
When Fears and desires
Take control
And a fuse retires
from overloads
Let the bittersweet, let the sour through
Sugar too sweet and devours you
Soon we’ll kiss to close our open wounds.
Where roses raged and violence bloomed
As I braid your wires
and you rewrite my code
We exchange our vows
merge our souls
On my empty plains, that seasons bruised
On my hollow soil, and exhausted roots
I’ll let you in and water you
so roses can grow, and violets bloom
Then the day after the unconventional artist wedding, the knot was officially tied in a traditional Swedish church ceremony with closest family.