Weight pulls us towards the ground, reminds us where we stand, and forces us to carry ourselves forward. Sometimes, it’s the weight of memory or loss. Other times, it’s something small—a misplaced object, a lingering regret, or a stubborn habit.
We collect memories, objects, and stories, often unconsciously, and they quietly pile up. The real challenge is figuring out what’s worth holding onto and what’s better left behind. Let’s be honest, we’re not always good at that. I know I’m not. I still keep that bunny-shaped pen with three different ink colors from 12 years ago. And, of course, there’s that cardboard box from who-knows-where that I swear I’ll need someday. And don’t even get me started on feelings.
Each artist approaches weight through different lenses. Some capture time slipping away, while others challenge our perception of materiality or confront the weight of mortality. Despite their varied approaches, they share a common goal: to grasp the intangible aspects of existence—memory, presence, and the unrelenting passage of time. How do we hold on to what constantly shifts?
Perhaps it’s about control—the illusion that we get to choose when and how we remember, instead of being blindsided by the past or, indeed, the future.