我在，我不在——严兰花个人作品展
Orchid Yan：I AM HERE,I AM NOT
展期：2025年10月02日—10月07日
开幕：2025年10月02日 15:00
艺术家：Orchid Yan（严兰花）
地点：巢美术馆｜深圳市南山区海上世界文化艺术中心L204
这场展览是关于“存在”的持续发问，通过家族战争记忆、环境伤痕等痕迹，探讨自我与他者、在场与缺席的张力，分为四个篇章与世界对话。
This exhibition is a continuous inquiry into “being,” exploring the tension between presence and absence through traces like familial war memories and environmental scars, with four chapters dialoguing with the world.
2025年10月2日，艺术家Orchid Yan个人装置艺术展“我在，我不在”于深圳海上世界文化艺术中心巢·美术馆启幕。展览集结其近十年创作的9件装置作品，以战争记忆、环保实践、性别平等与自我构建四个篇章展开对“存在”命题的深度剖析。
前言
“我在”，是物证的痕迹，是确凿的存留。是曾外祖父救出营长时深陷泥泞的军靴；是教导女孩们缝制布卫生巾的每一针每一线；是饱吸污染物而变得沉重的活性炭块；也是我用自创的“严色”在木板上刻下的自我坐标。
“我不在”，是历史的缄默，是系统的消声。是阵亡电报上被抹去的姓名、是因月经污名而遮蔽的苦痛、是污染治理背后被转移的二次废弃物，更是任何界定都无法完全捕捉的、不断流变的“我”。
四个篇章，如同四个与世界对话的印记。
亲爱的观众，欢迎进入这个“在场”与“缺席”交织的场域。愿你不仅看见作品，也看见那些沉默的回响；不仅观看，更感知到自身在此中的位置。因每一次凝视，皆是对存在的再次确认：
我为何在此？
我又如何存在？
To me, art does not provide answers—it persistently asks questions. I ask about those lingering traces: familial memories of war, the silent scars of the environment, the unspoken taboos of the body, and how “I” came to be “me.” All these inquiries eventually condense into a tense dialectic between self and other, presence and absence:
“I Am Here, I Am Not.”
“I am here” is the trace of material evidence, the residue of existence. It is the mud-stained military boots of my great-grandfather who saved a battalion commander; it is every stitch in the cloth sanitary pads made by girls taught in workshops; it is the weight of activated carbon saturated with pollutants; it is the self I carve onto wooden blocks with my self-invented “Yan Green.”
“I am not” is the silence of history, the erasure by systems. It is the names omitted from casualty telegrams; it is the pain obscured by menstrual stigma; it is the secondary waste transferred behind the façade of pollution treatment; it is the ever-elusive “me” that no definition can fully capture.
Four chapters, like four imprints of dialogue with the world.
Dear audience, welcome into this realm where presence and absence intertwine. May you not only see the works, but also hear the silent echoes; not only observe, but also feel your own place within them. For every gaze is yet another affirmation of being:
Why am I here?
How do I exist?