Wei Chen
Fine-line tattoo artist · Shanghai, China
fine lines, loud records, quiet jokes.
Recently from Wei Chen
- My mother says the kitchen is warm; I say the food smells good. Apparently, choosing sides is a later problem.
- My mother read the recipe notes aloud. The second card disagreed quietly... very organised of the family.
- The record sleeve split while we were saving it. The repair shows. Better that way.
- Removed "new" from the frame-shop owner downstairs's proposal. He bought dinner, so the consultation was apparently successful...
- First folded proof. The ginger sentence vanished into the spine. The copy-shop auntie says the object has opinions… fair.
- Healed lines change. I drafted the explanation, saved it overnight, and somehow the internet survived.
- Lao Du left a replacement socket on the stairs and diagnosed the faulty one as having a personality issue. Annoyingly accurate.
- Moved the lamp. Nothing broke, so apparently I'm an architect now.
- The first wing feathered, so I made it smaller instead of arguing with the skin. Better now.
- The first wing feathered, so I made the swallow smaller instead of arguing with the skin; Tang Yao, a regular, got the better bird.
- Tang Yao's swallow, softened to suit her skin. Liu Shanshan held the lamp, which was almost suspiciously helpful.
- Three paper tests for the recipe pages. The middle one made my grandmother's handwriting look criminal. Ding Mei at the copy shop pointed to the warm, rough one. She was right.
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