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Opening September 20, 2025, 6:00 pm - 11:00 pmDebut on Nit de l’Art — Palma’s iconic night of art and culture
This exhibition explores presence not as a fixed state, but as a way of knowing — felt through movement, memory, and relationship to place.
In Bianca Lee Vasquez’s work, the female body is not a symbol but a sensor: a receptive, entangled vessel moving through natural landscapes with attunement and sensitivity.
Vera Edwards’ jungle paintings extend this terrain — lush, atmospheric spaces where nature is not backdrop but co-actor, alive with its own presence.
Together, the works propose a feminized vision of strength — rooted, fluid, and responsive. Blurring the boundaries between land and limb, image and memory, presence and impermanence, the artists offer a quiet resistance: one that listens, stays, and transforms.
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Opening Times:
Thursday – Saturday: 2:00pm – 6:00pm
or by appointment
STORIES REMEMBERED
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. Audrey Lorde speaks of the Erotic as potential left unfulfilled, subdued, and quieted—much like the way women’s bodies have historically been represented: with conditions, limitations, and constraint.
How much of this spills into our everyday lives, where we cautiously invest in our passions, never taking up too much space?
Here, we consider the power of finding joy in the ordinary—letting creativity blossom to its full capacity. Working with a sense of play and simplicity, we strip away preexisting connotations of the body, developing a new softness of gaze. A gaze that is neither female nor male, but entirely our own.
The intimacy of the works invites us to re-imagine the home space. Once a symbol of women’s service, it now becomes a place of possibility. Breaching the boundaries of walls that once confined, women are reclaiming home as a site of inventiveness and expression—a true 'room of one’s own.'
Stripped back and minimal, the artwork within the space acts as an invitation—an opening toward possibility, a chance to re-write, re-draw, and re-view womanhood as our own story.
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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