Signal Festival in Prague for the night to watch pretty lights dance on things. To watch the city come alive and to be challenged in my perspective of the familiar and mundane. The first installation was spellbinding–a psychedelic projection of evil, ambition, and sanctified being against the facade of a church, a perfect church. All of the pieces, every stone and curve and crevice was interacting with the sound and the lights in the most intricately captivating way. The projections were pulsing with the rhythm of death–dark, menacing, complex. Surprising mutations were morphing and expanding in ephemeral beauty that cannot be touched or named until after it’s gone. Then it’s too late to wrap your head around this fleeting understanding of perfection and divine escape. You are left only with the feeling.