Some work arrives late — not because it wasn’t ready, but because the world wasn’t ready to look. Mary Sibande builds an alter ego in billowing Victorian blue, a domestic worker’s daughter dreaming herself into the robes history denied her; the figure is invented precisely to make visible what went unseen. That thread runs through the whole walk. Frank Paulin’s street photographs waited half a century to be shown in color, a life’s work surfacing only now. ’Solace’ gathers eighteen artists around rest and refuge, insisting — in a turbulent moment — that stillness is worth making room for. Together the shows ask a quiet, stubborn question: what does it take for work to finally be seen, and who decides when the looking begins?