One Is, One Isn't

One Is, One Isn’t isn’t a polished display, nor a finished world. It isn’t a collection of resolved objects or static meanings. It isn’t about permanence, or the illusion of order. It is a resisting containment — a live studio disguised as an exhibition, where things are constantly shifting, half-made, unmade, and re-formed through relation.

It isn’t a city of walls, but of threads. Taking cue from Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities and the city of Ersilia, it isn’t built with bricks but with connections. Meaning is transient, rebuilt and reimagined through process.

For four years, the artists have shared a studio space, their individual practices neighbouring and informing each other through drawing, welding, ceramics, lighting, and sound. Their collaboration isn’t linear, but cyclical — a perpetual stew, an Ouroboros consuming and renewing itself.

This isn’t a quiet space. Colour looms and presses forward; bodies draw lines into being. The work isn’t seeking resolution — it insists on encounter, where value lies not in what remains, but in what moves between.