Dying Sun

Kolahon’s new exhibition circles an ancient question: what drives relentless striving, and what remains when we finally set it down. His starting point was an accident that left him with a cicada-like ringing in his ears, at first an intrusion, later a strange inner compass. That vibration became the quiet centre of his practice. Years later, during a punishing trek toward K2’s base, with thin air and loose rock pushing his body to collapse, something shifted. Lying beneath the Milky Way, the sound that once tormented him softened. In that hush he describes a dissolution of ego, a fleeting connection to what exceeds comprehension. The canvases that follow are less answers than traces of that moment, suspended between endurance and surrender.

August 23-September 11. Free. Curu Gallery, midday-5pm