Adrian Hall

Adrian Hall was born in 1943, in Cornwall, UK.

He decided to try to make art as a life choice, at the age of fourteen. He is still working at this – to try make sense of the world, as he has done every single day of his life: in order to question how it seems . . .
He has been peripatetic; has lived and worked in the U.S., New Zealand, Northern Ireland and Australia and the U.K.. He returned to New Zealand, early in the 21st century; to a tiny coastal village in the South Island which he now considers home; Aramoana, the Pathway of the Sea. Though he does fully inhabit the world at large. His ‘means’ have moved steadily from painting through to formal structures, to photo/video installations and sound works and all kinds of combinations. He continues to challenge preconceptions of the world; and eliminates that which seems irrelevant, as he also examines the sanctity of art as it is presumed to be.

Sometimes he screams.

Currently, photographic works with textual addenda at gallery scale rival his live practice; objects and structures and drawings too. This work practice now includes colleagues and friends in improvised visual/sonic collaboration. He relishes conjugations of mixed gender, race, and generations.

“Banzai l and ll:  On the first day I thought about it, holding a pumpkin. And on the second I destroyed the world. May 2016, Dunedin N.Z.
I also, amongst other tales and noises, told the story of T. E. Lawrence and Winston Churchill, sitting in a grand hotel in Cairo, drinking Napoleon Cognac, and smoking fine cigars. as they divided up North Africa to create Palestine.

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