One Page Book

<p><em>One page book</em> took 7 years and 35 seconds to make: 7 years to think about it, and 35 seconds to put it on paper. It consists of the single word ‘ENOUGH’ on a single page, plus a lot of blank pages. But because this is Robert Barry’s book, it is naturally a vehicle for investigating his obsession with space and time. First of all, what about all those blank pages? Does the word ‘enough’ echo invisibly on them? Does the word have a spectrum of tones? Paternally irritated? Royally surfeited? Biblically severe? Objectively neutral? Or is it toneless? Or both? Or does ‘enough’ work like a conceptual radio carrier wave transmitter, silencing everything else on its frequency (Barry set up a transmitter in a gallery in the early 70s to silence all other radio waves within its reach)? Is this book conceptually infinite? Do we need to own it to appreciate it? Does its ‘signal’ diminish the farther we get from it? Is this book really a sculpture? Is it a kind of minimal architecture model? Is it a conceptual koan? Can I use it as a notebook? And so on…</p>