Sudden

The irruption is not always an explosion: sometimes it is a trembling whisper, an image that barely emerges, a question that resists being answered. The sudden does not arrive with noise, but with an unsettling delicacy: like the echo of a body trying to say what has no shape, like matter murmuring something we have yet to name.

This encounter traces a map of gestures and voices that do not seek definitive answers. It does not seek certainties, but other ways of sustaining and inhabiting uncertainty, of preserving what fades. It brings together sensibilities that give form to the invisible, that brush against the ungraspable, that activate relationships rather than meanings. Here, the image does not represent: it vibrates, approaches, trembles. And art ceases to be discourse to become heartbeat, breath, touch.

Sudden, yes. But also intimate, fragile, necessary.