6 July 2025
Energized by discovering Samuel Hindolo. Closest thing to visual poems I've encountered in a while. There's overlap and accumulation in much of the work, a tactility that implies slowness and lived-in inquiry. But there's also an delicate softness to his touch and handling of tones that suggests these buildups become carefully considered scaffolding for developing ideas, or that they aren't necessary groundwork for attempts. In this way narrative is implied but fractured, symbols prioritized for both content and form depending on the context. Keep thinking about thirty pieces of silver from his 2023 show at Galerie Buchholz in Berlin—at least the reproduction of it I have saved. What it's doing with the horizon bringing the impending to the present feels charged and of now, but without a heavy whistleblowing hand. A vestige of something potent and undead.