At West London Gallery. We don’t exhibit. We echo. This isn’t curation. It’s interference.
Nothing hangs here. Everything lingers.
it holds space—for appearance, for return, for disappearance.
it is a frame that performs itself.
it is what happens after the frame collapses.
it is the archive of a question: who gets to be seen?
it is a frame that performs itself.
it is what happens after the frame collapses.
it is the archive of a question: who gets to be seen?
we do not curate objects.
we curate thresholds. not walls.
we frame presence, then dissolve it.
we curate thresholds. not walls.
we frame presence, then dissolve it.
what you see here is not the artwork—
it is the moment of its undoing.
every presence is a quiet revolt.
every exhibition is social commentary in disguise.
every artist is a mirror.
some mirrors are more silent than others.
it is the moment of its undoing.
every presence is a quiet revolt.
every exhibition is social commentary in disguise.
every artist is a mirror.
some mirrors are more silent than others.
this gallery does not simply represent.
it reflects.
it refracts.
it returns.
it reflects.
it refracts.
it returns.
— Ayesha Adonais. Gallery Director, West London Gallery (2025)