“Bounded by a nutshell I could count myself king of infinite space, were it not for these bad dreams.” Hamlet
“Overflow” is a four-way conversation, on paper, about too much. What is the appeal of “infinite space”? Is it a fantasy about freedom? The wide-open joy of boundless movement and unrestricted time? Or does the attraction live in the contradiction between space and attachment? The inevitability of context and the tantilizing risk of overflow. Is it possible to really go somewhere, far away or way too close, with a piece of paper? “Overflow” expands and refracts a visual discussion about the violence, humor and perseverence that accompany resistance, the inevitability of boundaries and a handmade, idiosyncratic attack on meaninglessness.