Long Shot of Truman Install

The network map across 4 planes of the walls of the Truman Brewery — the tape lines branching and crossing, each one standing in for a connection between two people who never met. The room was large enough that you…

The network map across 4 planes of the walls of the Truman Brewery — the tape lines branching and crossing, each one standing in for a connection between two people who never met. The room was large enough that you…

The duct tape lines converging on a single point — the brickwork underneath making it rougher and more physical than the Hendon version. The light from a hole in the wall in the corner is incidental, but intrudes beautifully

Black duct tape on the white wall and floor — the network of exchanges rendered in the cheapest possible material, site-specific and temporary by nature. This was the first time the map existed in physical space.

A second view of the duct tape piece at Hendon — the lines running up the wall and across the floor, the light box visible in the corner. I’m including it because the light is different.

An early iteration of the piece in dialogue with Long’s wall text works — the list of broken objects as found poetry, the names of contributions standing in for place names, the layout itself broken.

Loops of black cord hang from a beam. A mast holds them away from the barely visible doorway. My shadow occupies the space mote than anything else. The piece is mostly air.

Green rope strung from an offcut of plywood across the workshop, testing weight and drop before committing to the gallery. The institutional clutter in the background is not incidental — this is where the work gets made.

A length of scrap wood held at one end by a coat hook, six strings hang from it in catenary loops. Prime numbers meet the Parabola, something that hadn’t decided what it was yet.

6 lengths of rope hung from the roof of the warehouse, each one sweeping down and back up in a long arc — the space between them as much a part of it as the rope itself. The industrial light…

Handmade beeswax candles arranged in a loose spiral on a concrete floor, inside a room built from cardboard sheets — the warmth of the flames against the rawness of the space. It held together better than it had any right…