Beginning with a flat screen tilted slightly above the ground beside a viewing bench, this small digital interface changes smoothly and imperceptibly from gray to orange to green. Overhead, a soundscape by Angel Deradoorianof the band Dirty Projectors accompanies the video with a mix of human voices that phase into more mechanistic repetitions of various and vaguely recognizable electronic machines. Another large screen on the facing wall is consumed by a tumultuous Rorschach of painterly, saturated colors that shift continuously. It’s beautiful, but not quite benevolent—discrete patches of pixels shudder with every change of color like rapidly growing bacteria, as the sound and video engulf the viewer in a dreamlike sequence. It seems as if a face might appear in the large video, just as a seated Buddha almost congeals in the muddle of color until suddenly—hilariously—a carefully drawn bug-eyed alien emerges, fulfilling for a moment the desire to see something coherent only for it to vanish again.