Approved Colors, 2013
Laser-cut paint samples on cotton rag paper
As a teenager I found myself in a land of beige. I moved from Buffalo, NY to Orange County, CA. My new home was a place of overwhelming orderliness. Taupe castles snaked their way around hills in the distance, fawn villas lined up in rows as far as the eye could see. Neighborhoods with foreign sounding names Toscana, Villa Firenze, Tropez all clad in an unending spectrum of peaches, beiges and browns.
Homeowner’s association approved colors exist to bring peace to the suburbs. They limit the unending options that torment us in everyday life and provide a sort of subdued color paradise. Eliminated are the threats of the tacky, the vulgar, and the shabby, creating a wondrously prescriptive landscape.
As a teenager I found myself in a land of beige. I moved from Buffalo, NY to Orange County, CA. My new home was a place of overwhelming orderliness. Taupe castles snaked their way around hills in the distance, fawn villas lined up in rows as far as the eye could see. Neighborhoods with foreign sounding names Toscana, Villa Firenze, Tropez all clad in an unending spectrum of peaches, beiges and browns.
Homeowner’s association approved colors exist to bring peace to the suburbs. They limit the unending options that torment us in everyday life and provide a sort of subdued color paradise. Eliminated are the threats of the tacky, the vulgar, and the shabby, creating a wondrously prescriptive landscape.