We wake to alarms. We move through subway tunnels. We answer emails. We count down hours. The modern work cycle, once marketed as secure and productive, has become a ritual of depletion. Jing Zhou knows this world well. For years, she moved through it, days marked by deadlines, precision, performance, and the constant drone of a city that never slows down.
But something inside her began to break. Her art did not begin as rebellion, but as therapy. A quiet act of self-rescue. What started with small gestures, lines, and patterns began to form synchronous repetitions. More importantly, her art became a form of healing. Repetition, once imposed, became something she chose.
In What Remains to Be Seen, a group exhibition at Montreal’s 1215 Gallery, Zhou’s work offers a profound counterpoint to the urgency of contemporary life. Her contribution doesn’t raise its voice. It doesn’t posture or compete. It stands still and lets you come closer.
