Jiali Mai






«The work was completed with 2020-2021, I recorded my secrets, pains and sorrows during my lockdown in London, UK in a strange and abstract form, so I invented words that only I could read and wrote 15 of my experiences and stories on a bookmark I made and dropped my work in anonymous and randomly chosen different locations in London, UK. The front of the bookmark has a photograph of the most important part of my memory and the back has my text, and the two are combined using needle and thread stitching.»

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Jiali Mai (@jmai_photo), Secret Fragments, 2020-2021, paper, sewing, pictures and text, 3 x 7 cm/each

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