Sculptures
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We Borrowed Our Sense of Distance from the Beyond
I grew up in the inland of mainland China, which is called the Central Plains; in fact, it wasn’t until I was in my 20s that I went out of my hometown and had my first time seeing the giant mountains and seas; before that, they were only seen in media such as on TV,…
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En Route, Finding My One Tree Hill
When I was a child, my grandmother taught me Chinese calligraphy hand-to-hand. This traditional cultural practice remains imprinted in my memory. Following my exhibition at The Arts House Trust in Auckland, I returned to practising calligraphy and began exploring its relationship to Chinese ink painting. What began as an attempt to locate a specific hill—a…
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Under The Bridge
The yearning to reconnect led me back to my childhood memories. In those memories, the hand-sewn quilts my grandmother made always brought me warmth and a sense of care. Last year, I hand-stitched a quilt of my own, attempting to capture the craftsmanship my grandmother once embodied. Through the material and the act of making,…
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One Hundred Familiars, One Hundred Unknowns.
I’ve been thinking about what makes a vessel so immediately recognisable as a vessel and what unfamiliar possibilities still lie hidden, waiting to emerge. With its 20,000-year history intertwined with human life, pottery has profoundly shaped our aesthetics, embedding in us a sense of home, culture, and community—values tied deeply to tradition. Yet, this familiarity…
