There are no grand gestures, no monumental declarations. Instead, there is attentiveness to surface, to material, to what resists resolution. Flowers, fruits, twigs, small things, overlooked things. Together, they compose poetry of modesty. There is also a playful curiosity. The artists tweak, return, adjust. Forms reappear in altered states, as if trying on different moods. The repetition is not mechanical but searching. 

Exhibition Link