A single continuous stroke loops and folds back on itself, describing something between a bell, a cap, and a letter - the shape refusing to settle into any one reading. Ruth Mwangi works the line at a scale that feels bodily, the purple thick and unhesitating against white. Colour here is not decoration but pressure, the hue carrying a kind of insistence that the drawing itself quietly sustains.
A single continuous stroke loops and folds back on itself, describing something between a bell, a cap, and a letter - the shape refusing to settle into any one reading. Ruth Mwangi works the line at a scale that feels bodily, the purple thick and unhesitating against white. Colour here is not decoration but pressure, the hue carrying a kind of insistence that the drawing itself quietly sustains.
- Curatorial note, wifärt gallery