Peishan Huang
黄佩姗

 
      2026
            Crack in the Curtain
      2025
            Imagining a Returning Arrow         
            Journal de Paris
            Window
            A Topography of Undoing
            Amber & Fences
            New Photography  
       2024
           I Can’t Prove Any of It 
           Scene
    Landscape
    Premeditate an Unclear Description
    Evidence of Objects
2023
    Ripples and Folds
    Plain Poem
2022
    Forgotten Spaces as Temporary Studios
    Until that day,
           Daily Practice
           Chrono
pre-2022 
    Artificial Nature
           Benzhu is with us
           More Works
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Crack in the Curtain

2026.3.13 - 2026.7.19
Fotografiska Shanghai




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My work often begins with a simple question: what happens to images when their claim to truth becomes unstable?

Since the invention of photography, images have been treated as witnesses of reality—objective records of the world. Yet today, with digital editing, simulation, restoration, and AI technologies accelerating around us, this authority is increasingly fragile. Images still appear faithful, but small fractures quietly surface within them. They promise truth while revealing traces of fiction.

Rather than rejecting the legitimacy of images, I approach them as material surfaces—something that can be shaped, layered, and repositioned in space. I try to preserve the illusion of the image as evidence, while allowing its surface to expose its instability.

Many fragments in my work come from everyday life and urban landscapes. Once relocated into the exhibition space, familiar objects begin to shift out of place. The space becomes less like a room and more like a stage—where private and public conditions overlap, where shelter and discipline, intimacy and exposure coexist within the same environment.

The crack is a recurring image in this exhibition. Curtains, window drapes, shower curtains—these surfaces are meant to conceal and protect, yet they always leave a small opening. Through the crack, something unintended becomes visible.

For me, the crack is both a flaw and an entrance.

It marks the fragile threshold between concealment and revelation.