When museums and monuments sink to decay, we are left with nothing but now.

We are at once already dead and have never been born, and yet we are always in the magical state of becoming.

Behind-the-scenes insights and exclusive art releases from Rieko Whitfield and other IMT Gallery residents.

What if the only way out is through, to seek spaces of stillness and power in the eye of the storm?

Maybe this time we can reinvent ourselves – not out of shame, or even out of survival, but out of faith in our own quiet magic of metamorphosis.

In the sober light of solitude, scaffolds and monuments sink to disease. I feel rage, I feel change, I feel hope.

You are blissfully shrouded in only the present – one day you may not remember where you came from at all.