We are waiting to hear from you 2026 – 50 x 40cm, acrylic on canvas
The title is taken from a line in Samuel Beckett’s short novel How It is, and it is the most directly addressed title in the series. Not a statement, not a question, not a reconstruction from aftermath, an address. Someone is being spoken to. A response is expected. The waiting has already begun.
Two threads descend from the top edge of the canvas into the black field, real twine, physically attached, hanging into the painting rather than painted onto it. The line of communication is not represented here. It is present, actual, extending from whatever lies beyond the upper edge down into the world the painting contains. One thread reaches the ledge. The other continues into the darkness below. Neither has received an answer.
On the ledge, a small tangle of wire holds a rose, the message that has arrived, or the one that was sent, suspended in its wire cradle at the point where the thread terminates. In the lower black register, forms are barely visible: flowers submerged or floating, present in the darkness below the ledge as suggestion rather than declaration. The black has a floor. What is waiting there has been waiting long enough to become part of the dark.
Two globes illuminate the scene without illuminating the silence. One warm, one cool, two different registers of light left on for whoever might respond, two different kinds of vigil kept against the same unanswered dark.
The garden behind persists, as it always has in this series, mostly red blooms in the foliage, life continuing in the space between the ledge and the vast arc of black above it. The garden does not wait. It simply continues. The waiting belongs to the lights, the threads, the wire-held rose, the forms submerged below.
We are waiting to hear from you. The threads hang. The lights stay on.