For one last time I went analog in the digital world. I made soundscapes, themes without algorithms, I dropped the needle and heard it snap, crackle, and pop in my ear wherever I was in the world … one hand on the wheel, one eye on the road, the other to the lens … as the first drops of rain begin to fall and the piano notes welcome the first line of the Low Anthem … “On my way home …”

The thing that grabbed me most was watching the stream of onlookers marvel, explore, and move through the exhibit in a way that was not simply silently standing before a work, looking for a moment, and then respectfully shuffling on to the next — like me, they were transfixed and engaged as they explored a wonderland of glass, shape, and color. The experience was so immersive…

…and so began a kind of love affair.