The  Great Indoors
New York 
2024
Holding an oversized tripod in narrow hallways, trying to keep the camera from hitting the ceiling. I’m going steadily mad. Every sign seemed directed at me, and on every surface, objects defied and laughed. In the afterhours, I went around like a rat, looking for the crumbs people had unknowingly left behind. Lights kept on, and the ones turned off, sets one scene after another as i switch between them, rhythmic banging of the tripod legs against doorframes, like the sounds of a Kodak carousel projector.

Photographs had long been derided as being superficial, so I went inside this time. Mental interiors externalized as objects inside of buildings simultaneously shelters and prisons; as a clock perpetually moves from the 14th second of 9 o’ clock to its 15th second, a.m. or p.m. it does not reveal—it forms a perfect shape. False exits and doors that lead nowhere, windows that become mirrors at night. A terrible sunrise, the worst and most silent of clocks, overpowering the projectors and the lamops, its coming to kill the chairs, it’s coming.

©Yujian Han


Hanyujian.cam@gmail.com