Computers interpret ambiguity as error, whereas people interpret it as epiphany. The gray areas that make systems crash make us dream. The impulse behind the work is less informational than contemplative. In the CD's opening screen, a trout and an eagle emerge from the dark boughs of opposing trees and exchange places in a shadowy, stately processional. Recumbent nudes fade in and out of vision.
Roses grow to fill the screen.
Horses gallop by the seaside. A spiral staircase winds into darkness. Recitals of texts from the Song of Songs, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, the Bhagavad-Gita and William Blake fade in and out. There is no single path through the work, but there's a loosely circular design, packed with enough variation and depth to make multiple journeys appealing. Evocations of the eternal masculine and feminine can easily degenerate into New Age-style vapidity or unwitting gender stereotyping.