Time sits still. That is how Prudence Flint opens up her new show, The Call, at Mother’s Tankstation in London. Her paintings sit still in a way. Time frozen, a character slowly moving through chores or frozen in repose. As we all think about the last two years and how time has played tricks on us, these works are an inner look at what time and language does when we slow down. The gallery uses the phrase ” linguistic brevity,” and that is such a wonderful way of looking at the minimal depth of Prudence Flint. 

“I am fascinated by how women have been represented historically in art and in the media,” Flint told us in a feature a few years ago. “I think, all through time, women have been up against the limitations of their representation.” The pandemic has only heightened how one is represented in art, or what our societal roles have changed as the world has gone upside down and back again. Her interactions with the characters, letting them both be alone and empowered, reflective with simple objects around them, are elegant ways to show the passing of an era, of an hour, of a minute. —Evan Pricco