Fan Mail: Ben Bigelow
Two sets of blinds layered over each other—one horizontal, one vertical, both a brilliant clean white—open and close slowly with nearly imperceptible movement. Like a dancer spinning in an endlessly repeating circle with no clear beginning or end, they move without purpose. When fully open, they form a matrix-like grid of perfect, uniform squares with an infinite series of colors glowing beneath, shifting, chemical, and[…..]













