Copper, Beech

The edge of language and its ability to communicate. The point at which words are no longer sufficient; when that line is crossed where seemingly infinite combinations of letters and sounds produce a word so unfortunately limited. Only then Human can interact with its environment.

The objects, smells, and sounds all stand in a vacuum, as in a museum. Knowledge of them becomes a purely experiential exercise.

Human stares at an empty jar through museum glass. Traces of the jar's contents still line its rim. The curved glass smudged, translucent in the neon light that glares above. The curved glass, smooth and cool. The emotions of haste, hunger, and the consumer's absent-mindedness all flow to Human as it observes and senses. Sensory perception feeds not into logic, but a much wider and deeper pool of emotional intellect. One that is constantly muted by its shallow, automated, 'logical' counter-part.

Removing words from objects sets them free. The most mundane and ordinary of objects become vessels of passion, seeking their place in the uni-verse, emitting energy and communicating with a receptive Human and with every other object.

Watch the train station as it is stripped of all literal description. The vast, hollow space devoid of the purpose for which it was originally built, becomes a Godly, awe-some place. The tracks become mere terrain, or an idiosyncracy. The train car comes to life, its linear caverns no longer slaves to functionality. It too joins the spirit of the uni-verse.