In the project 60 wrd/min art critic, writer Lori Waxman explores how art writing can serve an expanded field of artists—including those incarcerated, trying to gain visas, working to establish themselves professionally, or just wanting feedback for a secret hobby. For this iteration, Waxman reviewed work made by Chorong Yang.
Chorong Yang
Those completely spaced-out folks you see on their commute, at work behind a counter, anywhere really, they give me the creeps. Sleepless Until I Die, an eerie dance film by Chorong Yang, codirected with Jiaqi Yu, features three such characters: a convenience store stockist with OCD, an exhausted researcher, and a wandering youth in, natch, a dark hoodie. They seem at first to be just what they are, but their behaviors very quickly devolve into manic rearranging of cleaning products, erratic office gestures, and hallucinatory alleyway movements. Then it gets worse—as in horror movie gross-out worse. Think shadows and crunching. As the sun rises, something even more terrifying occurs: the trio, who’ve ended up madly intertwined in a warehouse, separate, emerge, recompose themselves, and begin the day anew. On a not-so-good morning, I could be one of them.
—Lori Waxman 2025-03-18 12:48 PM
Chorong Yang
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