Yuliee Wilson | mail@lualei.com
I am Yuliee and I live everywhere.
I’m a design worker based between time and memory.
My practice moves through a spectrum of tools (graphic design, writing, welding, printmaking, websites, and observation.)
I’m a design worker based between time and memory.
My practice moves through a spectrum of tools (graphic design, writing, welding, printmaking, websites, and observation.)
I am Yuliee and I live everywhere.
I’m a design worker based between
time and memory.
My practice moves through a spectrum of tools (graphic design, writing, welding, printmaking, websites, and observation.)
2019.08.26
Don’t you know that designers and artists are closer to God. Why are people who are the closest to creation required to speak as if they are not present in their own work???????
I’m a design worker based between
time and memory.
My practice moves through a spectrum of tools (graphic design, writing, welding, printmaking, websites, and observation.)
_dissatisfied I think I am living through a time of oversaturation and creative exhaustion. I'm bored and extremely displeased with labor being filtered through links, algorithms and templates. As creatives, as workers, we should ask our viewers to linger, to sit with uncertainty, or to leave without closure when engaging with our work. It's not about refusing work (it is about refusing erasure.)
2023.06.29
What do you have to give up in order to remain visible?
Who gets to occupy space without explanation?
Can you sit here?
Welded Bench, 2026
The bench became a question more than an object.
The surface records temporary traces of body heat. Presence appears briefly,
then disappears again.
Who feels comfortable staying?
Who learns to leave quickly?
The bench became a question more than an object.
The surface records temporary traces of body heat. Presence appears briefly,
then disappears again.
Who feels comfortable staying?
Who learns to leave quickly?
Box, Postcards, Table, and Chair
2021.12_rats&morecats_ode2_U The most impactful teachers are not perfect; they are human.
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we always
buy cake on BASE
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It means my values weren't
situational.
have to eat.
have to wash clothes.
have to take a shower.
have to wash dishes.
have to brush teeth.
have to wash face.
have to do hair.
have to tidy up space.
have to.
have to.
have to.
have to.
have to.
have to.
have to.
have to.
keep_moving#keepbreathing If survival always requires refusal and refusal can itself be commodified, then does liberation ever really happen? Does liberation ever really happen?? or is it always temporary, partial, fragile? Wondering if liberation is less about reaching some final state of freedom, and more about constantly negotiating what we're willing to give up and what we're not.
Mona Hatoum “We experience the world through our senses. We respond to everything visually first, and then through the body, and then we start rationalizing what it means… so I like to have [the viewer] be either attracted or repulsed or somehow have them experience the work through their body first… rather than it being just an intellectual stimulus. I want [my art] to be working on all those levels, the physical, the mental, the emotional, the spiritual as well. I want a rich experience… And the successful works are those who do that, who maybe go through a transformation when we look at them.”
being a girl is so fleeting
What does it mean to protect space when the world keeps teaching you to surrender it?
i&iiii's soulsandpersonalitiescannotbetouched_weusephysicalappearancetoidentify
aperson_meaningthatourbodiesarethefoundationfortheidentity_butifourbodieslosesignificancebecauseofpersonalityswitching.Will we still be ourselves?
If I take myself out of time,
I lose my memory.
threshold
to appear confident but not difficult.
soft but not weak.
desirable but untouched.
Sometimes I wonder how much of womanhood is just preparation.
Preparing the body for public viewing, for disappointment….. for attention you didn't ask for…..
I used to think about presentation constantly…. Not because I wanted to,
but because I learned early that appearance changes consequence.
Sometimes I miss girlhood, or at least my idea of it.
Before maintenance became attached to morality and before softness started to feel conditional.
And the strangest part is that even through our exhaustion, we are expected to perform it so beautifully.
I used to think beauty would feel so warm. Instead it often feels exhausting to me.
When will the world understand that this body is still mine?
Recycling Bin, 2026