PS Arsenal

PS Arsenal seduces the immaterial icons of Photoshop—cursor, lasso, eyedropper, text—into cold, bladed bodies.

In rusted metal and weighty stone, they hold the stillness of jianqi: a quiet, sharpened breath, neither striking nor at rest. Their edges invite touch yet promise rupture.

Within my ongoing Libidoscape—a landscape of libidinal tension—they are not mere weapons, but erotic instruments of potential harm, where beauty is inseparable from the possibility of erasure. The work lingers in that charged interval between desire and death, where creation cuts as much as it caresses.