Nothing resists explanation. The moment we attempt to define it, we give it form—and in doing so, betray it entirely. This is the paradox we cannot escape: nothing cannot exist in language, in thought, or in image. To speak of it is to conjure something. To show it is to erase it. And yet, here we are, trying. What follows are five visual meditations on absence, gestures toward the spaces where nothing might hide. For those drawn to this beautiful impossibility, we've created an archive of 250 attempts at nothing — a document that shouldn't exist, but does.