Under the shadow of the pandemic, many things begin to seem trivial. In the months between last winter and this winter, we questioned the effectiveness of exhibitions a countless number of times, and even questioned the meaning of art itself. In times past, we always carefully considered the most ideal time to stage a show, dressed up in our best outfits for the opening, and invited our friends and acquaintances to attend. But today we are fully aware that this moment is certainly not the most auspicious time to open an exhibition. Yet when we say that we believe in the absolute necessity of presenting this exhibition at precisely this moment, it is because we seek to use the limited methods we are trained in to help recover what we have lost from the past, to help call our attention back to those things we were once too busy to notice, to treasure those things we have taken for granted, and to open our eyes to what we failed to see before.
When people are barely together, bringing their own desires and agendas with them, and anticipating that they will realise their pre-conceived concepts, desire obscures the virtue and an ‘only possibility’ can be seen, hence, the exhibition becomes no more than an empty vessel.