At a single central point, the neon crystallises into a bar of light suspended from the ceiling. Our living spaces are full of these whitish tubes that dull shapes and spaces. Neon runs through our quiet lives while its beams shave our load-bearing walls.
Becoming here light sources stripped out of their function, torn from their ceiling, the hollow lines of these neon tubes are nothing more than empty forms.The energy that should be flowing through them seems to have liquefied, leaving its substratum to ooze slowly inside their sterile shell.
Waiting for nothing to happen, the neon tubes spill their viscous contents onto a permeable floor.