A few parts that make up the whole, Perhaps Blue is a Cool Color, After All, is an examination room, a doorway to neither here nor there, yet when or wherever you would like to come or go, and the remnants of the playroom in the children’s hospital.
Cold plastic is always present in a space where nothing is a given.
The words came as the artist lay in a hospital bed, the same room for 16 weeks straight, pondering the familiarity, or in this instance, the lack thereof. Something felt ajar. Consumed with looking, searching, wanting - until realizing what was missing: the sky panel. Though the patient is not drawn to meditation, this exception opened the door to focus on a space outside of the one within. This space felt timeless, it was the window to any space and time in any city or state. As we age, spaces age as well, losing their warmth and color, turning them into cold plastic.
Documentation courtesy of Acre Residency where Edebiri was a 2019 resident
Artist talk moderated by Bobby T. Luck