Thin layers of holey red oak, urban-salvaged from Bunker Hill Road, laminated and bent into a single swooping gesture — an attempt to capture a fast, spontaneous line in a process that is itself slow and deliberate. Bent plexiglass forms a lens along the inside of the curve, concealing a warm 2200K LED strip that runs the full length of the piece rather than radiating from a single point, the way most fixtures still default to even though LED technology no longer requires it.
A poem from Andrew's Cranbrook thesis book pairs with the piece: "I married a bulb / Clung to its light and warmth like a moth / But it is never one moth / We migrate in swarms... One thousand lives / One bulb / And then LED / A bulb for every moth."