Yein Lee

Unfleshed, cubistically deformed skull fragments, as if shot to pieces, limbs that resemble makeshift patched-up conduits: Yein Lee’s sculptures look like deranged, sexless cyborg skeletons from science fiction dystopias, yet their postures have something familiar and fragile about them. In her art, Lee no longer distinguishes between nature and technology, bodies and machines. The self is an alien: “For me, my blood vessels are cables.”