Andy Hall
My work is a material daydream; a thing barely there. After I
experience something in the world, the studio answers a simple
question for me: What would that look like? This series emerged
on drives along dark highways during which I questioned the
knowing voice of GPS maps. If measurement is defined as marks
we use to gauge something, what happens when the marks
outsize our ability to feel? I understand a 50-foot extension cord,
but tell me to turn right in 1,000 feet and my brain goes funny. I
make stuff as a filter for these irrational encounters or moments
of fuzzy logic. To define form, I align myself with existing or
self-defined systems, set them into motion, and allow things
to happen. The system here is the Dudeen Color Triangle from
1910, which proposes systematic tonal sequencing through
the use of color chords. The works in this series bring together
thirds, fourths, and fifths of color as dyed silk. Ideas of rhythmic
repetition, spatial unfurling, and infinite reverie are explored on
barely-there surfaces.