MIYABI’s solo exhibition feels less like a statement and more like a quiet return – to instinct, to breath, to the parts of the self we forget until something wild reminds us. Her work drifts between the external and the internal, sketching out a forest that exists both in the world and within the body. Birds are everywhere – perched in brushstrokes, embedded in clay, hovering just out of reach. They aren’t decorative. They’re messengers, mirrors, sometimes ghosts. The show unfolds in paintings, ceramics and mixed media that speak softly but persist, like the sound of wings in the distance. This isn’t environmentalism as warning siren. It’s slower, more intimate – a memory, a sensation, a spiritual echo. The earth fades, and with it, something internal dims too. MIYABI asks us to notice, and maybe, to return.
August 8-September 9. Free. Ground Bangkok, 7.30am-5pm
