PLEASE HOLD

Asking someone to “hold” is like answering a question with a question – a sort of, request-turned-bouncy-hypophora. The original asker is left holding something, but what? What is being held? The phonetic ties between the words “to wait” and “weight” seem to go beyond funny word-play. Be it standing in line or sitting in an upcycled armchair glancing over an old National Geographic, experiencing a waiting-space can reveal an atypical materiality of time. In a bureaucratic world of things being endlessly postponed, time is no longer something you sense but something you carry. Granted, waiting is mostly an experience in selfhood and not the same for everyone, which also means the presence of every “waiter” is not acknowledged equally. The works shown gather various readings of time and the environments designed to contain it, while trying “to queue” the open-ended question: what are you waiting for?