Yingying Qiu (London Design Festival 2025)

FUNGUS FLESH, SMOOTH MATTE VELVET, SHINING ON THE FLIP, SPLIT OPEN IN THE QUIET.

SHE BREATHES AGAINST THE PULSE BENEATH THE VEINS AND BONES, ANSWERING, CURVES FOLDING INTO CURVES.

I DO NOT SHAPE

I WORK WITH THE THING THAT BRUISES TRANSFORMING INTO A POISED LIGHT, ALIVE WITH TENSION,HELD IN SUSPENSION.

PAINTING, PURE MOONLIGHT

FALLS OVER THE WOUND.

WHITE UPON RAW.

STILL, THE SKIN REMEMBERS. IN EACH FOLD: A SOUL. IN EACH CRACK: A TETHER.

WE DO NOT STAND ALONE.