One subject — the court — rendered across every wing of the Hall, each in its own voice and its own frame.
Each wing is caged in a frame of its own character. Drift through, or hover to pause.
Screenprinted plates of the long, low afternoon — salt, light, and the unhurried game.
A pop-comic survey of the game at its most absurd, framed in bursts and banners.
Weathered, deadpan, unbothered. The Hall's most honest hand.
The Hall exists to honor a sport still in the act of becoming — to frame it before it knows what it is.
The Hall's editorial register, published when there is something worth publishing and not before.
Curated under the Hall's standing trustees. Selected works are available through the Hall's adjoining Museum Shop.
The patron is welcomed; the patron is not pursued.