We scroll. We refresh. We swipe left, right, endlessly. Days dissolve into fragments of pixels, each moment promising connection yet leaving us oddly unmoored. The rhythm of now is acceleration: faster exchanges, shorter pauses, thinner breaths.
Blank Canvas 2025, London does not arrive as escape, but as interruption. A pause in the cycle of urgency. A surface cleared, waiting for what has not yet taken shape.
Here, absence becomes material. Works unfold not as declarations but as invitations—unfinished gestures, layered silences, traces that resist conclusion. Some appear stark, others dense, yet all are bound by a refusal of speed.
This exhibition does not clamor for attention. It holds still. It waits. It reminds us that possibility often begins in what is left open: the pause before the next act, the canvas before the mark.