Art That Speaks in Silence

You walk into a gallery. The room is hushed, save for the soft footfall of leather soles and the occasional clink of a champagne flute.

On the far wall, a single canvas: abstract, expansive, arresting. No placard needed, no guide required. Something moves in you.

A tightening in the chest, perhaps. A memory dislodged. A breath, caught mid-air. You’re not quite sure what just happened. Only that it did.