The exhibition space was so dimly lit that the term “white cube” felt irrelevant. If anything, it resembled a “black-and-white cube,” evocative of a darkroom. The ceiling and floor were entirely black, while the white walls had their lower sections painted black, as if wrapped with a band like the obi on a book. Not only the space but every exhibited work was rendered in black and white, so much so that even color photographs of the installation would likely appear monochromatic. The stark contrast between black and white, the interplay of light and shadow—these elements made the exhibition itself feel like a black-and-white photograph. Under partial lighting, each framed work shimmered like silver halide particles suspended in a negative film. With every step, one felt drawn into the photograph itself, as though becoming a part of the image.
July 1, 2025
