Art doesn’t sit outside of politics — it embeds it. In the shape of a letterform, the structure of a poster, the layout of a wedding photo, power quietly operates. For London-based Chinese queer visual artist Yu Zoe Cui, this isn’t just theory; it’s lived experience. Moving between languages, cultures, and continents, her practice doesn’t simply reflect ideology — it reshapes it. Through typography, collage, and photography, Cui asks: Who decides what is remembered? Who gets to be seen? And how can the smallest acts of making become tools for rewriting the rules?
This belief — that visual language is never neutral — pulses through all of Cui’s work, beginning with the Chinese writing system itself. Her project Women in Chinese Characters opens with a stark observation: that many characters containing the “女” (woman) radical are historically loaded with sexist connotations — jealousy, vice, submission. This isn’t a linguistic coincidence, but a reflection of deep-rooted cultural ideologies. Cui doesn’t reduce this to mere critique; she renders it felt. Moving images deconstruct the characters while personal narratives and immersive installations draw viewers into a quiet reckoning. It’s not just an exploration of language, but of how inherited systems encode power — and how they might be cracked open through visual art.
One couple holds a wedding ceremony over Zoom, split between a flat in London and one in Guangzhou, cutting a homemade sponge cake through a glowing screen. Another pair blows soap bubbles under a tree, their reflections caught in fragile orbs. These images reject the aesthetics of commercial weddings — no tuxedos, no ballgowns, no curated perfection. Instead, Cui captures an intimacy that is improvised, unapproved, fully alive.
Because for Cui, power doesn’t only suppress — it can be reclaimed. Not through spectacle, but through intimacy: small gestures, quiet resistance, acts of care. In a world that often marginalizes queer Chinese experiences, Cui’s art doesn’t ask for permission to exist. It already does — in whispers, in images, in fragments of time carved out between continents.
There is no neutral visual language. But there is visual language that dares to be tender, to be critical, to be rooted in lived experience. Yu Zoe Cui’s work reminds us that every character, every photograph, every printed page carries weight. And within those constraints, there remains space — to reframe, to resist, to love.