A line of handmade letters is illuminated seemingly at random, challenging the reader to convert forms into words, text, language, and ultimately, perhaps, an idea. The transformation of the individual shapes into information changes the act of reading from passive to active and questions how form/landscape/context/setting interrelate with content. This piece incites curiosity and tasks the mind to determine what is and isn’t language.
The poem reads:
I must name
to find I do not know
how I was made
Special Thanks: Green LED Lighting Solutions Inc., Lars Fisk, and Socrates