There are many rules and physics we are tied to as humanoids, both corporeal and psychological: emotional structures, nutritional requirements, all manner of bodily limitation. But in this fairly closed system there is a solitary window, which remains fixed and open to a limitless beyond. This opening informs all of our creative powers, it is our imagination.

We know there are no physically traversable rooms in Yue Zhang’s architectures or actual storm systems causing her cloudy skies, but the extraordinary and strange drafts blowing in through the aperture at the back of her mind, informing her inventions, is giving sincere elasticity to our quotidian rigidity.