A taut thread between skin and world: on one side the blind speed of the metropolis, on the other the slow time of the hand that wraps, stitches, recomposes. Here is where Lin Tianmiao’s research takes shape, turning the body into an instrument of thought and domestic objects into devices of memory. It is not a return to tradition but a rewriting: soft matter - threads, silk, textiles - becomes a lexicon for questioning gender, motherhood, illness, aging, the everyday is dismantled and reassembled into theatrical compositions that upend function and habit. From early works built on obsessive wrapping to embroidery that wryly comments on the “joys” of real life, her practice holds vulnerability and resilience together. Self-portrait and autobiography dissolve into minimal silhouettes, while utensils, tools, and common words migrate into new formal constellations, revealing what the domestic order usually conceals. In more recent work, a multitude of flesh-toned mechanical devices behaves like an urban organism: basin-landscapes, cameras, and image streams compose a collective physiology where control and entropy contend. Lin does not seek the comfort of symbol, Lin Tianmiao uses making as an antidote to fear, entrusting art with the possibility of restoring meaning - a long breath within the acceleration of the present.
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