Woken up from my unprovoked melancholy,

Flames are licking my vulva

The scorched hair is screaming like a debarked bunny 

Ah, Ah, Ah 

Enjoying this gentle caress until I see you watching me from the other side

With a surge of weeping envy in your eyes

I know you are longing

Longing

Longing

Long for the Red Flame that Burns me to the ground to fall in love with you

Longing for the sticky hot tentacle to pierce your warm throat, entangle your tiny pink tongue, and suck your dirty blood up

Sewing your debris into my soft pillow

You’re always so naughty,

Like a red-faced child who can’t get candy,

Want Me to sleep in your arms every night.

The painting of Saintess revolves around the ambiguity, entanglement, and sacred devotion of four women, revealing the sweetness and venom of love and intimacy.

The noonday moon shines upon my bed,

I knew it, it’s all the moon’s fault

My lust, my ambition, my burning rage, 

And my nit-picking love

All because of the distant white light that shone on my developing breasts in the torrents of spring. 

Lucy had her first period.

From that day on, she was conscious of beauty, 

conscious of love,

conscious of Sex

conscious of shiny jewelry,

conscious of you.

Lucy in Class Two was shown in the Together It Seams group show in Standpoint Gallery in April 2021.

White Moon explores the aggressive, silent acts of “Touching” and “Gazing” from a female perspective. In the murky white moonlight, two overlapping bodies are having a conversation that no one knows about.

Grass, Water, and Red Woman depicts a woman with a long red tail and a red shell crawling and walking through the wilderness. This experimental video describes the relationship between women, life, and nature in a stream of consciousness. and is devoted to the act of  "Touching" between women, animals, and nature.

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The Bath Ball is a four-minute experimental video from the artist’s diary monologue. This soliloquy explores the relationship between loneliness and connectedness. During the pandemic period, she projected her expectations of being connected with others onto this non-living consumer product. The clay ball with the hole symbolised her excessive perceptivity. The death of the bath ball is caused simultaneously by the fate of consumer goods being used and the individual will of the bath ball itself.

2021.2.2

I’m in London.

In my quiet and tiny apartment,

With my cold bathwater.

Today, for the first time, I bought a bath ball,

Bubbling, bubbling, my little bath ball.

Lying on my stomach

Small and vital, like a baby

Dying on my belly button.

In Three minutes, 

Fading away, fading away, fading away

I Can’t believe there’s a life out there, burning for me, Born just to be with me for three minutes

The bath ball had disappeared between my legs, and the coconut-flavored bubbles had dissolved into the water.

Go into my vagina, Go into my anus, Go into my ears, Go into my nostrils, Go into my pores, Go into my fingers.

Three minutes

We connected.



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