Nowhere To Hide

Two men sit side by side on the same couch, each doubled over, hands pressed hard against their own faces together, but each one carrying it alone. Behind them hangs a Basquiat-inspired piece, its crowns and scrawled text looming over the room like static that won't switch off. Nowhere to Hide isn't about one moment of shock; it's about what happens after, when there's no more distraction, no performance left to keep up, and the only thing left to do is sit with it. Even shoulder to shoulder, grief doesn't split evenly. Each man is left holding his own weight.

"Why So Blue" - Signed limted series