YUAN LIN

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    • Translation Project
    • A Body of Work
    • Mocumentaries
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    • Giving and Receiving
    • Chart of Happiness
    • I see nothing but trees
    • Conceptual Attempts
    • Ramp Address
    • Home for Shame
    • A Study of Watercolor
    • WePod
  • Residencies
    • Toffia, Italy
    • Pedvale, Latvia
    • Porto, Portugal
    • Gorna Lipnitsa, Bulgaria
    • Torreles de Foix, Spain
  • Film Photography
    • 2022
    • 2021
    • 2020
    • 2019
  • Sound
  • Video
  • Fine Art
    • Sculpture
    • Drawing
    • Printmaking
    • Ceramics
  • Theatre
    • Scenic Painting
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Dual Life
Dual Life
2012 - 2019
I was switching lives between China and the U.S. as an international student for 6 years between 2012 and 2018. It happened a lot that while I was still digesting cultural shock, I had to get ready for the "reverse" cultural shock.

​In this project, I placed photos that I took in China on the left side, and those that I took in the U.S. on the right. When two fragments of memories are juxtaposed, my sense of time and space starts to blur.
 
Living in Shanghai, I think of my time in the U.S. a lot, more in the sense of hindsight than nostalgia. It seems that I tend to do the same things and make similar observations no matter where I go. But I don’t think I belong anywhere because I do not fully identify with either culture. Maybe I will find out my place in the world some day, but I think I enjoy being not there.
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