06 From Me Flows What You Call Time by Clive Sheridan
30.05.2026 to 03.07.2026 by appointment 

Ten years ago, Clive Sherian made a commitment, not to a defined body of work, not to a series of exhibitions, but to drawing itself. Hymn to the Universe was that commitment: a decade-long project built outside institutional time, without curatorial direction, without the pressure of production cycles. The work would develop according to its own logic, or not at all.

Thoughts Without Words is one of four series produced within that decade. The works in this exhibition, in graphite, black ink, and gold ink. Each begin the same way: the paper folded precisely in half before a single mark is made. That fold, always centred, always visible, runs through every drawing as a spine. A structural fact the work carries but refuses to be governed by. Lines cross it continuously, from one edge of the paper to the other, without pause, the fold met and passed through, again and again, for the duration of the making.

There is no erasure in these works. Each line is committed to in ink. That irreversibility is not incidental; it is the condition the work lives within. Some of these drawings took the better part of a year. The vulnerability of that duration is real, and it is present in the surface.

The marks carry the full rhythm and cadence of script. The term that eventually arrived to name Sherian's practice, asemic writing, from the Greek, meaning without sign, was a recognition rather than a decision. It named something the drawings had already been doing for years. These works live in the space between recognition and unknowing: where the eye sees writing and finds it cannot read, and in that suspension begins to do something else. To attend. To remain.

The two brass sculptures in the exhibition carry the only legible language in the room. From Me Flows What You Call Time. For What We Are About To Receive. One speaks from inside the decade of making. The other turns toward whoever stands before it. Together, they hold what the drawings, in their wordlessness have always been moving toward.

This exhibition is where ten years of work arrives.