074 – 076 — 2026
Three pieces about the screen as medium, not surface. A single color that changes the room. A grid of individual lights, each drifting at its own pace. Between them, a conversation where the viewer types meaning and the piece hears frequency.
The first and last are meant for a dark room. They turn the screen into what it actually is — a source of colored light, a collection of independent emitters. The middle piece is the only one in the series where the viewer provides the content. It doesn’t understand any of it.
A single color, filling the screen, changing over twenty minutes. Warm dark → ember → amber → gold → cool white → steel blue → indigo → warm dark. Thirteen keyframes, smoothstep interpolation. The piece is not on the screen. It is on the viewer’s face and the walls of the room. Best in darkness. Cursor hidden.
The viewer types. Each character triggers a pentatonic tone. On Enter, the words rise — each letter drifting upward at the speed of its frequency. High notes rise fast, low notes linger. A sustained chord of everything typed plays while the characters float away. The screen remembers where words passed. Type again. The piece doesn’t understand the words. It hears only the sound of the letters.
type something
keyboard & sound required
A grid of warm-colored rectangles, each an independent light. Each one drifts through amber and ochre at its own pace, breathes at its own rate, is gently pulled toward its neighbors. Rare flares. Rare dims. The screen showing you what it is: not a continuous surface, but a grid of individual emitters.