Ann Hamilton

For Tropos, Ann Hamilton spread a sea of horsehair across the 5000 square feet of a factory building. Varying in color and sewn together in bundles, this hair was navigated by visitors, while in the middle of the room sat a lone figure at a desk, whose task was to read and burn each line of a text in a book; from somewhere outside the building came the strangulated garble of a man attempting speech. This surreal environment, with its attendant sense of dream landscape and half-formed associations, is classic Hamilton, at once seductive and disorienting. This book records the project.