A FRIEND, A THOUGHT, A TREE, A GHOST



**A group exhibition featuring new works by Ketuta Alexi-Meskhishvili, Mimosa Echard, Maggie Lee, and Emily Sundblad

September 24–October 25, 2024**

A studio

(The room is dim, bathed in the fading light of late afternoon. Four artists—KETUTA, MIMOSA, MAGGIE, and EMILY—sit around a table covered in brushes, fabric swatches, and old scripts, engaged in a deep conversation.)

KETUTA: (leaning back, staring at the ceiling) So, what is Godot? A friend, a thought, a tree, a ghost?

MIMOSA: (smirking) It could be all those things—or none. Beckett doesn’t tell us, and maybe that’s the point. You wait for something, but you don’t even know what it is. Hope? A distraction from the wait itself?

MAGGIE: (laughing) Like waiting for inspiration and realizing it’s a false alarm. We’re always waiting—for an exhibition, a review, a sale. It’s like waiting for permission to do something, to feel alive.

EMILY: (raising an eyebrow) Or to make meaning out of nothing. It’s like the studio—waiting for that moment when things come together. It’s haunting, like chasing a ghost that makes you question everything.

KETUTA: But isn’t it funny? We’re like Vladimir and Estragon—talking, waiting, and distracting ourselves to avoid the absurdity of it all. So much of art-making is just filling the time between tiny breakthroughs.

MIMOSA: (grinning) Totally. Beckett nails that—the way we fill the void. It’s smart, like a survival tactic. You turn to a friend, a thought, a tree—anything to feel like something’s happening. Or maybe it’s the ghost that keeps us going—the fear that nothing will.

MAGGIE: Exactly. The wait isn’t passive. It’s alive, like the process of making art. We work in the gaps, turning discomfort into creation. What else can we do? Godot’s not going to waltz in with answers.

EMILY: (thoughtfully) Maybe there are no answers. We fill time with conversation, creation, hoping for something. But there’s always more to wait for—the next piece, the next idea. The waiting is the meaning.

KETUTA: Yeah, we wait, and in the waiting, we create. The point is to keep going, right? Whether it’s a friend, a thought, a tree, or even a ghost—does it really matter?

MIMOSA: (laughs lightly) As long as we keep waiting, I guess not. So, shall we get back to work?

(The group shares a smile, the tension lifts, and they return to their work, each still pondering the space between creation and waiting. The light in the room dims further, but there’s a renewed sense of purpose in the air.)

EMILY: (quietly, almost to herself) Maybe the wait is the art.

(The others nod in agreement, and silence falls again over the studio, filled with potential.)

–Phil N. Void