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.
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.