About the work

It isn't that silence is absent, but that it comes in textures. You can hear it as a soft hum, a barely perceptible tremor in the air before sound arrives. Or you can hear it as a kind of static, a million tiny things that individually mean nothing but together form a low, continuous murmur. The world is always doing this, even when nothing much is happening. It has a way of asserting its own steady presence, regardless of who might be watching or passing through. A small, vibrant blue against a muted palette knows this. It is its own particular hum.