Queer Creative

You can tell when an exhibition wasn’t made for approval. This one doesn’t posture or plead. It doesn’t soften its edges for a hashtag, nor does it hide behind the optics of Pride Month décor. Instead, it murmurs and occasionally howls – with the aching honesty of young artists who’ve had to invent their own languages just to be seen. There’s no single style, no neat genre box. What binds the works is the refusal to edit out complexity. Here, identity isn’t a theme but a pulse. Art becomes resistance – not in the didactic sense, but as existence itself. These are not curated rainbows. They are cracked mirrors, quiet refusals, love letters to survival. The space they make isn’t only for display. It’s for breathing, breaking, building again. Until Jun 29. Free. Slowcombo, 10am-8pm