YaYa Yajie Liang, My bones are branches of the stars, where dust spirals outward from within. I curl like ancient oracle bone script, quietly forming the shape of water in the belly of the carp’s migration. When my eyelids close, all the inverted wheat begins to rain, and within my skeleton, another self rises to draw water, 2025
Oil on canvas
70.8 × 86.6 × 1 inches