NEXT STORY
08 January – 06 April 2026
Ada Limón writes in Saints,
“…the small spark I had forgotten, that little flame I thought had gone out.”
Opening Times:
Thursday – Saturday: 2:00pm – 6:00pm
or by appointment
STORIES REMEMBERED
CURRENT STORY
20 September – 30 November 2025
STRENGTH AS PRESENCE
Bianca Lee Vasquez
Vera Edwards
This exhibition approaches presence not as a stable condition, but as a mode of knowing that emerges through movement and the relationship to place. Presence here is lived, embodied, and responsive.
In the work of Bianca Lee Vasquez, the female body is not a symbol or representation. It is an instrument. Working in the lineage of artists such as Ana Mendieta, who embedded the body into landscape as a site of origin, return, and ritual, Vasquez treats the body as a sensor: an attuned vessel shaped by ecological contact.
Through site-specific performance, installation, and film, Vasquez traces how the body absorbs and reflects the environments it moves through, creating gestures that are intimate, grounded, and relational.
Vera Edwards, a fourth-generation Mallorcan artist, extends this inquiry through painting. Her canvases evoke jungle and forested terrains as active presences, animated by their own emotional and atmospheric charge. Her approach recalls the immersive spatiality of Peter Doig, where landscape becomes psychological terrain, as well as the sensorial intimacy of Georgia O’Keeffe, who understood nature as a site of interior life and embodied perception.
In Edwards’ work, landscapes become states of consciousness where lived experience and inherited memory converge. Figures and traces appear and recede, forming worlds that feel both intimate and expansive.
Across both practices, nature is not passive. It shapes and responds. It holds memory, emotion, and history. The works move between interior and exterior worlds: the jungle as environment, and the body as landscape.
What emerges is a feminized framework of strength that is rooted and adaptive.
By blurring the boundaries between land and limb, image and memory, presence and impermanence, Strength as Presence proposes that being in the world is a matter of relation. It is a way of staying open to the living exchange between self and environment.
This is an aesthetics of connection and a quiet form of resistance.
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When I Am Among the Trees (excerpt)
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out,
Stay awhile.
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again,
It’s simple, they say, you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.
— Mary Oliver
05 June – 07 September 2025
FROM WITHIN
Alexandria Coe
Here we are reimagining the autonomy of women, not only over the body but also over our pursuit of pleasure in the everyday. Audre Lorde speaks of the Erotic as a potential left unfulfilled, subdued and quieted, much like the way womens bodies have historically been represented: with conditions, limitations and constraint.
How much of this spills into daily life, where we cautiously invest in our passions and hesitate to take up space?
Within this context, the works in the exhibition consider the power of finding joy in the ordinary and allowing creativity to unfold fully. We strip away inherited expectations of the body and cultivate a softer gaze, one that is neither male nor female, but entirely our own.
This shift becomes especially present in the delicate drawings of Alexandria Coe. Her hand drawn studies of the female form reveal a practice grounded in intimacy, immediacy and trust in the simplicity of the line. Each drawing continues her ongoing project of reclaiming the nude from centuries of patriarchal framing. Faces are intentionally absent so the viewer meets the figure through emotion rather than identity, responding instinctively to gesture and contour. Though contained within the page, her figures communicate a quiet freedom, raw, unguarded and deeply alive.
Through these works, the home, once understood as an arena of womens service, becomes something else entirely. It shifts into a site of possibility, where tenderness, introspection and creative agency can take root. As we move beyond the psychological walls that once confined, women reclaim the domestic realm as a space of inventiveness and emotional depth, a true “room of ones own.”
Stripped back and minimal, the artworks in the space become invitations, openings toward possibility, chances to rewrite, redraw and reimagine womanhood as a story we author ourselves.
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About Alexandria Coe
<<The very word erotic comes from the Greek word eros, the personification of love in all its aspects - born of Chaos, and personifying creative power and harmony. When I speak of the erotic, then, I speak of it as an assertion of the life force of women; of that creative energy empowered, the knowledge and use of which we are now reclaiming in our language, our history, our dancing, our loving, our work, our lives.>>
Audrey Lorde
Her practice is a gentle insistence: that beauty lives in the unforced, the unspoken, the unseen moments we choose to honour.
09 May – 01 June 2025
BECOMING
Lizel Strydom
Koen Lybaert
Becoming is a meditation on the self as scattered, layered, and incomplete. In a world where we exist across screens and timelines, the idea of a unified identity slips further from reach. We are not whole—we are fragments, constantly reshaped by digital life, memory, and the gaze of others. The works in this show hold space for that fragmentation. They are unfinished, frayed at the edges, beautiful not in their completeness, but in their openness. Here, beauty is not polished—it is raw, interrupted, in process. We all live between image and absence, presence and profile, the digital and the physical. Becoming resists resolution. Instead, it offers a quiet permission to remain undefined—to be multiple, broken, yet always evolving.
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About Lizel Strydom
About Koen Lybaert
POETIC INSPIRATION
Soon I Become Myself
by May Sarton
Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before--"
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
Soon I Become Myself
by May Sarton
Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before--"
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
@ 2025 Intersection