I started using this wood and these other found objects, the old rusted wheels, because very early on I simply didn’t have money to buy canvas; this seemed like a marvelous natural resource . . . and Hole, obviously there is a hole in that piece of wood, but I was very, very fond of Samuel Beckett. And in one of Beckett’s books [Molloy] the elderly gentleman and his son are bicycling along the English countryside. The bicycle breaks down and the old man sends his son into a little town named Hole. So this commemorates those two situations.
— Robert Indiana
Lecture in conjunction with the exhibition Wood Works: Constructions by Robert Indiana, Washington, D.C. May 3, 1984, Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution.