My work moves between the visual avant-garde, utopian and dystopian literature, historical pain, and everyday dark humour, at times returning to a distinctly Wildean aestheticism refracted through the social and moral structures of contemporary cultural politics.

Category: Poem

  • When I reached my thirties, especially after attending a pizza party run by Oxford historians (though, some of them thought I was a Japanese high school student), I became aware that my family history in Hunan, Mao’s hometown, was comparatively unhappy, but not unusual. My grandpa was the only son born to a ‘landlord’ who…