The New Pink
This exhibition does not offer a resolution. It does not translate grief into emotion.
It keeps grief inside the body. In colours, in surfaces, and shapes.
They move together theatrically communicating the absurd duality of life in it.
Pink is not sentimental or “adorable” here. In a reality shaped by contemporary consciousness it is the colour of what is underneath. Raw flesh.
The face appears without expression. It does not speak. It remains held. There is such violence in restraint, in stillness, in passivity.
A mandatory requirement to stay composed as a Woman, to remain intact, even in rupture.
In this space, nothing is resolved. Nothing is explained.
What is shown is simply what must be endured.
