Firenze Lai’s North and True North at the White Cube, Mason’s Yard

I bend over, resting on one huge hand, my arm outstretched and grasping, melting down the canvas in sweeps of teal and charcoal. My palm reaches for the stability of the ground, but it is a shifting plain of ambiguity, unstable and un-graspable. My body is not mine anymore; my skeleton is vague, my limbs indefinite. Trying to grasp for stability, I’ve become an amorphous blob, rapidly swallowed by shifting sands.

I am the body inside Moonbow by Firenze Lai.