Hanhan Yuan graduated from Kunstakademie Düsseldorf in July 2018.

02.05.2016 06:09PM
You sat in front of me, looking down at your phone, typing a
message.

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
gaze.

Then I took a photo... for you.

 

 

12.05.2018 06:20PM

 

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.

 

Text provided by the artist