The body unfolds like a landscape. Ribs rise into hills, bellies sink into valleys, torsos fold into hollows. To lie on the earth is to feel this mirroring: the spine curving with the ground, the sand imprinting its texture onto skin. In that moment, the distinction disappears. The body becomes the landscape, and the landscape becomes the body, and between them flows a light with no end.
From here For the Light with No End begins: with the recognition that nothing exists in isolation. A wave depends on the pull of the moon, breath depends on the air, and we depend on everything from the smallest particles to the most distant stars. Each breath is shared. Each gesture leans on another. To live is to be interconnected, and for one thing to continue, countless others must also continue. Yet in fear and pain we forget this. The exhibition raises the question: if the truth that nothing exists in isolation were not only known but embodied, could it awaken empathy, could it cultivate love?
Guided by intuition, Lachmi paints from necessity. Each brushstroke carries the weight of inherited memory, the ache of generations and the body’s struggle to both hold and release. Yet they also carry tenderness and light. Through layered compositions, matter and spirit fold into one another, and violence and love reverberate across body and landscape.
The works trace this fragile balance across torsos, spirals, and circles. They move between the joy of dissolving into the infinite, drifting like a particle in the vastness of the universe, and the terror of being fixed at the center of one’s perception. They hold both release and confinement, reminding us that we are suspended between these poles. Energy flows from earth to body, from body to body, always circulating, never belonging to one alone.
Here, the body is a map. Pain is inscribed into its surfaces like threads on the skin: an autoimmune flare carrying echoes of the past, a bellyache threading back to ancestral trauma, a scar reverberating with collective histories. Each symptom signals more than itself. To wound one body is to disturb the shared body of the world; to show care is to open space for light. Violence cannot exist without its opposite, just as shadow cannot exist without light.
In a time where interconnectedness is so often ignored, Lachmi’s work insists on relation. We are bound by invisible threads that stretch across time, space, and matter. Every act ripples outward. Violence is never contained; it reverberates through the shared body of the world. Love is never solitary; it requires circulation, weaving between us like light.
For the Light with No End holds this paradox tenderly. It acknowledges pain while offering the possibility of love. The light that runs through these works is not distant but present, threading through bodies and landscapes, through darkness and light. It reminds us that nothing begins or ends alone. Everything flows into everything else endlessly, inseparably, already
– Josefine Juliane Wiell
Kilde: V1 SALON