The surrounding walls are inky black. He slumps slightly, pale hands immobile on the knees, and stares passively at the computer screen. Nearby, another desktop computer occupies a smaller table where a female life-cast sits in a wicker chair. She relaxes cross-legged, coffee cup in hand, turning her line of vision away from the screen. Both cast figures stand out stark white against the black background where the single large white frame of a window is the only relief.
More blackness fills out the big window.
The computers and furniture beam bright primary colors, while the surrounding atmosphere hangs claustrophobic. Mostly colorless and nearly empty, the room suggests an bleak banality. Segal's sculpture shows us humans as the spiritless peripherals of our information devices. That was 1983. Back then, most of us were just learning about computers, just beginning to imagine how we might use them.