Cody and I dusted off our project from SYZYGY, revived it, made it breathe again. This time it grew on the ceiling, drawing gazes up, making circles below. Once again, the object made itself, directing us to place things exactly where it wanted. A circle on a cartesian grid. Dancing Icicles. Sometimes it follows the music, other times it follows the silence. Sometimes, it makes no sense at all. Electrical guts hanging from the ceiling, ready to spill some bits at any time.

This is now a permanent installation at The Plant, a techno-habitat in the Mile End. Go see a show there to see what its all about.