Jan

24

2025

Jay Hall

I’ve always been fascinated by objects degraded by time and use – rusty truck boxes, scratched tools, bent signage, Boba Fett’s helmet. Imperfect veneers that constantly change from the rigors of life. Chipped, scratched and faded but still useful. Each mark, gouge and dent tells a story, spins a yarn or becomes a fable because the truth is lost forever. As I get older, this ethos has become more personal – the dings and patinas we suffer through life create transcendent wisdom and insight. Paradoxically, it gives us an opportunity – consciously or not – to create myths, mysteries or alter the past because absolute truth is always in doubt. Our history is a story we tell ourselves. The work explores this concept in minimal forms, muted palettes and nature’s input.

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