Dave Hardy’s sculptures present the familiar anew, creating objects stripped of their utility and reconditioned as strange propositions. It’s grey, it’s grey plays with the ambiguity of the re-contextualized, using the language and techniques of mass production in the construction of unique hand-made pieces. In a parody of roadside signage, fluorescent light leaks through geometric gaps between black styrene shingles piled across the sign’s face: a faked surface obstructing a potentially subjective interior, a lighted sign full of blanks that advertising nothing, a leaking barrier, a constellation that does not keep the outside out or the inside in.