I am fleeing. 
I might return.

I was watching a bird feeder/carer in Washington square park Lenape land surrounded and guiding a flock of pigeons, but now I’m on the plane to Mexico City. A flock of bird in another bird. The plane never really takes off.

spinning
dropping
leaking
dismantling

hunted/wanted/on the run

I need to talk about the suspension as it is the only status in/around me. The temporary collection of bodies sharing violence of displacement
not a pause when we leave




Loren Yuehan Wang was born in a family of herbal medicine practitioner residing in a military-industrial complex area, the north of hunehe bira, in Northeastern China.

Currently living on the turtle island, between Mexico and United States. They take the social positions of a transdisciplinary artist, autonomous researcher, and activist - archivist.

They persistently dig into slippages inside ecological aftermath, militarization, and audio-visual technology. They don’t create works - “material as (failed) evidence” was already in process of (re)arrangement.