The Kiss (eclipse), 2021
Microcontroller, DMX, and broken moving heads
Unsteady, love’s precarity holds fast almost timelessly. What happens when the tilting of two intelligent moving heads ensues, synchronized then colliding? An eclipse, the darkness–eyes closed. A kiss. Pulled from the ceiling of one of the last gay bars in Boston, the lights signify the meeting of two abstract forms–two queer entities melding.