Born in Lahore, Pakistan. Basit Iqbal is a contemporary visual artist & currently based in Lahore. He completed his Bachelor of Arts from University of Punjab, Lahore. Basit’s work has been exhibited widely at prominent venues including: → Pakistan Art Forum – Group Exhibition Title: Stars of Tomorrow → The Reservoir – Group Exhibition Title: Rang Roop Riwayat → Art Soch Contemporary – Group Exhibition Title: The Summer Show → The Reservoir – Group Exhibition Title: Back on the Wall → O Art Space – Group Exhibition Title: Broadcast Volume || → The Reservoir – Four Person Show Title: Weight of the Unseen → The COLABS Creative Collective – Group Exhibition Title: The CCC Mixer x Guerrilla Art Show → ArtScene Gallery – Five Person Show Title: It Didn’t Go Away

My artworks confront the widely accepted myth that time is a healer. We’re often told that pain fades, that wounds close, that the passing of days brings peace. But the truth I’ve come to know is that time heals nothing, it only creates distance. It blurs, it muffles, but it does not undo. My work reflects that some losses never fully recover, they remain within us, shaping how we move, remember, and feel. Loss is not always loud or visible; sometimes it settles quietly inside the human body and mind. Rather than seeking resolutions or healing in a traditional sense, my work acknowledges stability: the way absence can coexist with daily life. The textures in my artwork are scarred and weathered, layered with marks that speak to experiences etched too deeply to vanish. Faded colors and fractured symmetry suggest a story that has been worn down, not rewritten. The damage is not decorative, it is permanent. And yet, it is not hopeless. What time offers is not healing, but adjustment. We learn to stand up with the weight still on our shoulders. We reshape ourselves around the ache. Pain becomes part of our architecture, invisible to others but foundational to who we are. The Illusion of Time is a refusal to romanticize resilience. It is an acknowledgment that some things do not get better, but we continue. We build lives around absence, speak over silence, and create beauty with broken hands. This piece lives in that quiet defiance.