Han Zang

I embroider long black hair that has fallen out under pressure as silk threads through a vacuum on handmade paper that I make from creepers. The traces of the creeper's wilting and growing season have a subtle connection with my hair, my emotions, and I combine the creeper with my own hair through the slow and delicate act of embroidery, transforming the pressure and myself in the process. The hair is like a climbing vine on the paper, and a gentle but inescapable vitality leaps off the page.