ARTIST BIOGRAPHY
藝術家簡介
Chloe Chan (b.2003) is a Hong Kong–based multimedia artist working across fabrics, clay, and graphic design. Her practice explores how material carries memory: the soft, the craftsmanship, and the domestic hold intimate traces of relationship and heritage. Through vibrant color and tactile softness, she creates spaces of childlike banter that contrast fantasy with difficult realities: family, anxiety, and what it means to be human.
Fabric remains her primary conceptual medium for its flesh-like qualities and domestic resonance, while her broader multimedia approach layers the tactile with the symbolic. Each piece becomes a tangible vessel that translates lived experience.
HONOURS PROJECT
畢業作品
Mixed media
50 x 360 x 230 cm
Do you remember this matter? We never saw it, nor touched it. Yet we fed through it, breathed by it. Our first habitat was then expelled, discarded, and forgotten. The placenta was our first present. Before birth, the mother provides. After birth, the child begins to reciprocate. But never did we know: our cells persist inside our mother's body for a lifetime before our acknowledgment. They heal, fight, and restore. Now, we carry her. Afterbirth takes the discarded and shapes it into a form of solicitude, the earliest evidence of the child's reciprocal care.
她曾以暖流將我環繞。
今天,我將那懷抱歸還。
PREVIOUS WORK
過往作品
Dread Dress is a ceramic-fabric wearable embodying social anxiety as a physical burden. Unfired pins crumble in wear, leaving trails of dust. The body stiffens, constrained. In a performance, I stand immobilized at a crossroads, captured under public gaze. A material reckoning with shame, and the quiet suffering we are taught to carry alone.
The series of soft sculptures featuring a withered plant, a pair of stretched headphones, and symmetrical bowls symbolises an attempt at familial reconnection. Through colour, form, and material, these objects convey the unspoken language of promise, joy, and distance, holding the fragility and resilience of the bonds.
Amends traces the mending of a familial relationship through the stitching of a worn sock. What begins as an act of repair, thread weaving time’s fray, soon accelerates beyond control. The stitch tangles, snaps. In trying to restore, it destroys. The sock, once warmth, once protection, is now rendered useless.