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Katsuhito Nishikawa’s delicate drawing on paper has these soft grey marks which build up this kind of hovering form, a bit like a flower but also like a weird organic engine. I can almost feel Nishikawa’s hand moving, making each delicate stroke. You sense that the image has come together slowly, a dance between intention and chance. I imagine the artist, lost in thought, maybe contemplating the micro and macro, a dance between cosmos and microscopic particles. Each mark feels deliberate, yet together they create this otherworldly thing, like a dream fossil. What would it be like to hold it? You get a sense of intimacy, and quietness, but also it’s like this little form also wants to reach out and connect. The drawing is like a prompt, a starting point for our own stories and imaginings. And that’s what art should be, right? It should push you in the gut, but also send you spinning into space.