Ever since the opening glean, tug and assemblage on Thursday night, I’ve been obsessed by the over-representation of yellow in the space. Mickie’s banana-coloured kindergarten chairs litter the room and the palette is all yellows, woods, oranges and beiges. Yesterday I composed a collage of cool-coloured pictures on one wall, and encouraged the continual chip-away of the jigsaw puzzle, which makes a water/sky aspect.
It’s a certain type of pushing and pulling – an aesthetic or compositional version – in which I am forever chasing what I perceive to be a perfect spectral balance. I’m waiting for a punter to sail through the door with a ceiling-to-floor wall hanging in aqua or peppermint, or an avocado rug, navy blue wardrobe, etc. I imagine that this punter is Carl Sagan, circa 1980, Kaprow book in-hand, called to the Locksmith with cosmological intent. We’d talk over the Ikea couch and car-bumper stack and we’d liken this project to the dynamic interplay of organic compounds.