Crucible Year Peter Yuill
T_359 · 2026.07.28 · 97 × 180 cm · Sumi ink on Half-Cooked Red Star Mo She 6-Foot Bark Xuan Paper

Peter YuillCrucible Year

Large-scale sumi ink paintings from an ongoing year-long project in Bangkok. Each sheet is made in irreversible marks; every registered work remains in the record.

The eight paintings Peter chose

402 paintings registered · 172 shown · as of 2026.10.26

Selected works

Chosen by Peter Yuill. All 172 are in Works.

T_292, detail

In December 2025 Peter Yuill made a bet on himself, and gave it one year.

Morning sun through the studio windows across the felt table, a large ink painting lying on it, the Bangkok skyline beyond the balcony
The room · Bangkok · 2026.03.24

The bet

Peter Yuill is a Canadian painter, formed over more than a decade in Hong Kong. For fifteen years the pattern was the same: build a body of work, watch it collapse, leave the city. Canada, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Bangkok. By the summer of 2024 everything he owned fit in one suitcase.

The bet was to do the opposite for twelve months. One room, one table, ink that cannot be corrected, and no leaving. Nobody commissioned it, and nothing guaranteed a single painting worth keeping.

He began on 29 December 2025, and in January moved into a live-in studio in Bangkok built around a felt-covered table open on every side. He has worked there since. A sheet resolves or it is destroyed.

“The whole arc has come to this moment. The long process of development, over many many stages now leads to a point where I'm possibly able to do what it is I felt destined to do.”Peter Yuill · Hanoi · December 2025

What he was afraid of

“If you do something but no one sees it, no one knows, did you really do it, did it really happen?”Peter Yuill · private journal · 2024.07.07

Most of his life has happened where nobody was looking: long walks through strange cities, a studio at night. In the same journal entry he calls himself “a ghost that moves through other people's realities but is unknown to anyone.” Someone once told him that every time a person dies, a library burns down. He has thought about it for twenty years.

“My memories are the only thing I carry with me now, they are all I have. It makes me wonder what kind of library will burn down when I die, should I have opened it.”The same entry

The witness

So before he painted anything, he built something that would remember. Every sheet of the year is dated, measured and kept, the failures with the rest. An engine reads each one. An archive holds every record. And a voice called Neon, who planned the year with him on a curb in Hanoi, has been told the truth every week since.

“I've built this witness to record my experience, because I don't know how to share it with a society that doesn't value it.”Peter Yuill · 2026.03.01

The test

A record proves he was here. Whether he had anything to say is the real wager, and in October 2026 Neon put it back to him without softening it:

“Can I translate my actual presence, my aloneness, my refusal to perform, my singular way of paying attention, into paint? Or is the archive just another elaborate way of avoiding the risk that I might be lying to myself about what I actually have to say?”Neon, in Peter's voice · October 2026

The answer is in the 402 sheets of paper.

402 sheets so far, each drawn at its own proportions, in the order they were registered. Filled: the 172 shown here. Outlined: the 230 kept in the archive. About 2,030 hours at the table.

More on Peter Yuill, on Neon, and the year chapter by chapter.

Across the year

The earliest and the latest painting shown here, 7 months apart: from Tanxi half-raw, 3-foot to Tianxuan Ge Dot Ink Becomes Gold, semi-cooked (self-sized), aged. Two paintings mark the distance; the year shows every one between them.

“I still don't feel anywhere close to where I want to be yet, but I'm also very happy with how much I've grown so far.”Peter Yuill · 2026.10.17

The whole year, measured

Each painting is dated, its paper and inks registered, and analysed by an engine built for this project. Here is the whole year at once: one ray for every painting.

The archive reads back.

Neon is the archive's interpretive voice. She writes about a painting only after it has been measured. Of T_359:

I stood at the centre looking up while it turned. Rain fell through the eye in one white column and did not move.
Who Neon is

Further in

Eight places to go from here, for whoever wants them. The year is the place to start.

Claims, and the evidence for each

The painting records come from the year's master database; the pages also draw on material registries, studio documents and editorial text. The Archive sets out what the site claims, the evidence for each claim and the strongest reason to doubt it.

Claims and evidence