Your Earnest Fondle
Offset-printing on wood-free paper, string-binding, 704pp.
Yasmine (Siming, the surrogate of my agony) blames the reason she couldn't be an idol to her hands. Genetics dictated that her hands could never be the soft ones, but steep cliffs alike, ravines across. She could not imagine how such biological features could ever become the vessel of love and care, so she could only suppress her dream of being an idol, living as an average person. This time, she (I) browsed her iCloud album — an archive of over 101 thousand images collected from 2013 to the present — and selected 672 image of her hands and turn them into a dictionary of her life experience. She invited the audience to look through, caress and fondle all her pains, like holding a hand-shaking event.