Neon Echo pulses with electric blue light, resembling a digital eye or portal caught inside a corrupted transmission. The concentric ripples and distortion lines evoke both the hypnotic pull of a signal and the fragility of the medium carrying it. A liminal space opens up.part static, part infinite tunnel, where the viewer is suspended between presence and erasure, reality and interference.
Where do you position yourself mentally, and physically in this Matrix that we call earth?
Rodeyo
