All work and photographs © Hanhan Yuan
About the artist
Hanhan Yuan graduated from Kunstakademie Düsseldorf in July 2018.
About the work
You sat in front of me, looking down at your phone, typing a
You looked like you were about to go, maybe, on a date.
The first thing that caught my eyes, was the tattoo on your arm.
It had a special shape, with a structure and form I had never
seen. The neat pattern suited the color of your skin.
Then, there was a thing that looked like a whip--a soft whip,
lying in your trousers’ pocket.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see your face clearly.
I can’t describe the appearance of your face.
I looked at your expression when you were sending the message;
I looked at your mouth; I could see a smile pretending to be a
grin in the corner of your lips.
You tried to control it.
I tried to read your mind.
Your skin was pale but not delicate. A black color shirt, pans
and red shoes, how suitable for you.
I could smell your hair, it had a smell from the sea.
I was charmed by you.
I kept looking at you, hoping that you would suddenly feel my
Then I took a photo... for you.
You stood behind me.
I could feel your warmth. You dressed just like last time.
I recognized you at first sight. You made my heart race.
I wanted to call out to you. But I could not.
I wanted to call your name.
I searched around in my brain, in an ocean of words, in every dictionary-- Every body, every thing, even a kind of feeling, or a movement all have a name, but I can’t, I can't find a word to call you, to make you look at me.
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