Yige
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A red examination bed—once a silent witness to countless bodies, to decisions made and unmade.  Here, life began, and here, it was halted.  Time has passed, yet the bed remains, motionless in an empty room, waiting to be forgotten.

Scattered around it are remnants of a fading policy: work permits, archives, baby models, medals of honor for one-child parents, a newborn’s placenta.  Fragments of a history once written in certainty, now reduced to mute objects.

Behind the bed, a green surgical curtain hangs—once a backdrop to medical procedures, now a woven tapestry of memory.  Into its fabric, I have stitched portraits of my mother’s colleagues—women who once enforced the policy, who witnessed its rise and fall.  Their bodies are absent, yet their presence lingers in the folds of time.

Other objects, too, bear the traces of weaving—images unraveled and entwined again, their threads stretching, breaking, reforming.  These artifacts do not merely record history;  they question it.  When policy dissolves into memory, when enforcers become bystanders, who does she become?

This work explores absence and presence, power and silence, history and its fragile remains.  It asks not only how a system inscribed itself upon the body, but how, in its aftermath, we might still see, touch, and understand what lingers.
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