Late into night images appear
on the ceiling as sharp angles or
momentary slivers of light. Car beams,
neon flashes and street light reflections
crawl across the plaster, occasionally
colliding, forming several twisting random
kaleidoscopes.
The images are perishable opportunities
to witness a place in the past or a sign
for the future.
The designs are formed from either side,
vanishing without sound into the opposing
wall. The metronome of pulsating light
becomes hypnotic, opening doors for dreams
and escape.
