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Vin is a random decision I made right before my journey to the US, in the summer of 2022 when I had to fill a bunch of formats with a blank called “preferred name”.  

Ye is another random decision made by someone else, tracing back to a considerable length of human history. For some irrelevant reason it passed down and became my last name.

Art is one of the few domains where my flaws, weakness and negative experience can be transferred into something valuable

I’m commited to none of the three above.

What can I hold you with?


2020
Garden stones, Nixie clock



What can I hold you with?

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets,

The moon of the jagged suburbs.

...

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset,

Years before you were born.
 
— A quote from Jorge Luis Borges’s poetry which I was inspired from 


I piled up stones where my dog’s died body is buried underneath. The device glowing on the top is called Nixie tube, a very old type of clock used in the 60s that dies when the gas in it is used up. I know there’s approximately 2 thousand hours life left for this clock, but I don’t know exactly at which moment it’ll suddenly freeze and go out.

To memorizing is one of the very primitive purposes of sculpture, in my opinion. Differing from painting, a sculpture puts a physical mark on the earth, an anchor that’ll never move like the status of the body freezes when it died. But meanwhile, it keeps change all the time, with the material decays, rusts, or gets covered with grass and moss in this case. Then the notion of time starts to show on the sculpture, and then it turns to a monument.